everyone sees the light that the moon shines upon them
but no one sees the darkness it hides
[fantasy]
[sort of fanfiction]
[complete]
[cover by the lovely @-behindthescenes <3]
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The work continues.
There is no end to the dreams that are caught from the sleeping children from Earth. Sometimes, the days are dry, and the dreams that are captured are mere recollections of the day's events. Sometimes, they are reflections of the fears that the children hold among their hearts – whether it is darkness, or something completely harmless, such as a spoon that has once hurt them while they were trying to eat.
But the dream collectors do not lose hope – never. Rather, their desires only rise as the dreams grow in maturity and number. The soft puffs of cloud that are collected are stored gently, lovingly, before dispersing them when the time comes in order to release the imaginations of the night. The movies get better each time, and the happiness that is spread through them is enough fuel to power their motivation.
But with each success, increases their confidence and pride, even if by only a bit. Their attention shifts from the children who collect the dreams, to making the movies. What they fail to realise is that in order for a system to work, equal attention and love should be given to each piece that is responsible to get it done, no matter how small they are.
Otherwise, just how particles of sand collect over the years to form solid stones, these small failures accumulate, bit by bit, until they are large enough to take the whole system down.
