Nekith,
Lunatic Punk

The little fool has always felt that he was connected to the moon. Somehow. An unstable mood, yes. But there was something else.

He has always preferred the Moon over the Sun, night over day. The gentle, imperfect, shy celestial rock over the fiery, dazzling, majestic star.

The boy grew up, trying to make his way in the world. He made friends, made stuff. But that wasn't enough. He was dreaming for something greater.

One night, under the light of a new moon, he walked for hours in the empty street of one of these big cities. Hours and hours, feet on asphalt, but his mind was far far above, close to the Moon.

So, it was time to start looking for a way to climb up there. He would try. A lot. And he would fail. A lot. But failure was part of the way.