Up until the days of humans and their dances, I had lived for a very long time. The surface of myself had become pocked and cracked and cratered, and I knew that if I let myself remain in that form any longer, I would disappear; a new Moon would take my throne, and it would no longer be my light that the animals and the forests bathed in. It would no longer be to me whom the dancers presented their finest arts, but some other lesser creature who would not be able to appreciate and love the same things I did; and such a thought I could not bear. I would rather there were no Moon at all.
