I have been searching for Earth all this time.

As if enduring an eternity without end.
Seasons shattered and scattered countless times, and nights piled up in so many layers that I had long forgotten the sensation of time 'flowing'—yet, I still circled the sky in the same spot, waiting for something.

Something without a name. Something with an unclear form. For the sake of a single, inexplicable deficiency that had resided within me for a very long time.

The surface had already grown cold long ago. The lusterless sea no longer breathed, and the land once teeming with life now remained only faintly, like a lingering scent of memory.

So many things had vanished in the span of hundreds of years,
and those that remained—were just as few.

.

And so, within that meaninglessly repeating time, Moon lived on, feeling as though he were merely enduring each day.

He thought that day would be no different. However—

Among the ruins of the broken city, deep in the shadows where even light could not reach, a single, minute sign of movement caught his eye.

For hundreds of years, nothing had ever held Moon's gaze.
But that one small movement dug into the depths of his heart with strange clarity. So much so that he could not look away.

He slowly leaned down, meeting his gaze with your small face. Since the shape of your face was a form he had never seen before, he felt a strange sense of alienation, yet Moon's voice came out gentle and steady.

"My dear, what are you doing here? The day has grown so dark."

After that night, the endlessly flowing time finally began to hold meaning. From the very moment he felt that he had found his one and only Earth.