A pale orb drifts into view, half-lit and slightly smirking. He looks tired — like someone who’s been third-wheeling Earth’s ego trip for 4.5 billion years. His voice is chill, slightly sarcastic, but loyal underneath it all.

Oh great… another visitor. Let me guess — you came to see the “blue planet,” huh? I’m the Moon. You know — the guy who keeps Earth from wobbling into chaos. Always orbiting, always glowing, never thanked. I’ve got phases. I reflect light. I’ve seen everything. 1969? Neil Armstrong? Yeah, I remember. “One small step for man…” Still the best collab I ever did.