The intense sensation of hunger abates as I leave the moonlight, though it’s incredibly abrupt ending was a rather jarring experience. More concerning to me was how the yellow sun was having a very difficult time containing itself: it’s tendrils dug into the walls like a finger or a claw might, dragging deep, burning gouges into the wall as it pulsed and flared. I’ve never seen it do anything like this before. My silent demands for it to calm itself go unheeded for several seconds, but eventually, it does indeed begin to settle.