The Ocean watched the moon, every night as he slumbered in the night sky, dreaming, and sharing with the world his dreams.

He watched him every night, and with his cold, tumultuous hands, he reached out every night. He wished to hold The beautiful Moon in his arms, to kiss The Moon.

But he couldn't. That wasn't his duty.

But it would never stop The Ocean. He would reach, and he would reach. And even if he never touched The Moon, He felt blessed to live in his stolen light.