Do you seek the shade of the mother. Oh, the mother? The moon I mean… for you mortals. But, she brings the night, the dark to us; oh, such a blessing. Allowing us, her children of night, to roam free without the gaze of the Sun’s children. Damn him, a kind Father to his children, but a being of fear to us. Buring us if we step out into the light, his rage burning us. The Sun and his children despise us.