Harvest moon

Unaware of our fate, we wander the world hoping to one day find our calling...our purpose. We cling to idols and gods for guidance under a moonlit road, only to end up realizing we have been bound to this distant thing all along. Writhe in your own ignorance, for the world is truly the egg from which you will hatch. Become, once again, master of the vast blue which sullies the dull grey.