As the edge of the moon touched the top of the waterfall the cascade turned the color of the pale yellow moon. Slowly the light touched the river and began to flow down the river. He watched, pensive, as his cloak flapped int he light breeze.
Distortion of scale and altered reality. The idea that the night sky could be a veil through which a much larger and superior being can keep an eye on us, is a distortion of size and scale, that is on the one hand comforting, and on the other, disturbing.