Moonpillow

A moon rose beneath the surface of the sea, a moon bigger than a fishing boat. It lay still among the ink-dark waves, rising and falling gently with them, as if the whole sea were only a bed and it were sound asleep.

But the moon is plainly in the sky, so how could it be in the sea?

Someone reached out to scoop it up. It was cool and warm to the touch, not the temperature moonlight should have. The "moon" suddenly opened its eyes, and countless strands of moonlight drifted down, settling over the moon-scooper as softly as silk gauze.

The moon-scooper fell into the sea.

The moonlight wound up around them, layer upon layer, not dragging but lifting, like a mother's embrace, bringing a strange peace.

The moon-scooper sank into an endless, sweet sleep.

The moon in the sea floated on and on. It had drifted here from the far northern sea, where the water is saltier and colder than here, where the summer sun never sets and the winter sun never rises. It had floated in that darkness for who knows how many years. Its moonlight had wrapped around krill, around little fish, around lives weaker than it or far stronger. It gave them its embrace, then waited for them to fall into sweet sleep.

Later it was carried to a place where people would give everything they had for one beautiful dream, one long sleep.

They gave it a name: Moonpillow. The moon in the sea, on which one may rest one's head and sleep.

Does the moon dream too? And in her dreams... does she dream of that first moon-scooper?

Translated by AI from the Chinese game text. It is replaced automatically when the official English text ships.