Regardless, it’s stark differences to the suns doesn’t alter the sheer power I can feel radiating from the lunar body. But it’s nothing like the destructive power of the suns I know all too well. This foreign, ethereal power held no hostility, created no pressure, and caused no destruction—at least, not by virtue of merely existing. I can’t fully describe how it’s power feels, but it’s far from unpleasant. Indeed, there was an... allure to it I hadn’t expected to feel, and it was drawing out an old and deeply held... desire. An attraction. A craving. A... hunger.