I chase the moon.
Hunt: night after night, following the cinders scent and the cool starlight and the desire that burns. No one can stop me. I chase it forever.
One day I will catch and devour the moon. The end times. The one-eyed god will die. They call me Hate, but they are wrong. I am Hunger. I am Desire.
For what I can’t have.
For what I will have.