Once a month, let us gaze skywards, you and I. I long to feel the moonlight on my skin, to see the flawless white orb hanging gracefully in the void above us, and I'm sure you feel the same. Thus can we ignore the thousands of miles of distance between us and the innumerable barriers and boundaries, and take comfort in the knowledge that we both gaze upon the same sight. Nothing and no one can take this from us.

This is love, this is what it is to be alive. Those poor wretches who shuffle through their existences as though living were simply something they had to do; they are the phantoms, the "undead", not we. There is nothing we can do for them anyhow - we cannot even liberate them of their cages!

Enough, we mustn't let these ugly thoughts taint such a beautiful moment. Let us remember where we are: under the moon, loli to issho.