She looked at the Moon and stars, trying to find her path into them. She drew her gaze deeper and her mind began to sink in, seeing the Moon more closely, more clearly. There were towns and cities made of ivory, hopes and dreams. Castles made of teardrops, shadows made of stares and houses made of heartbeats. She tried to draw a breath, but seemed like her lungs failed to work. Something both icy and hot spiked in her eyes and she knew they were unwanted tears, making her peace shutter in pieces. She took out a cigarette and lighted it. Only a drag of it made her breath again, heart pounding loudly against her chest. Why was she feeling so fragile, so empty and heavy at the same time? Why those moon cities made her long for them more than anything else in this entire world? Home suddenly felt like something far and unknown, there were only fear and a wild hope for her to go the Moon and never come back.