The story of the lonely moon!

For centuries, the moon watched the Earth with silent yearning. It had no voice, no touch-only the eternal pull of gravity keeping it in orbit, a prisoner of the dark. But one night, something changed.
Astronomers noticed it first-irregularities in the tides, strange disturbances in the lunar surface. Then came the dreams. People all over the world, waking in terror, whispering of a voice that wasn't their own-soft, sorrowful, calling from the depths of space.
The moon was speaking.
And it was lonely.
At first, humanity tried to listen. Signals were sent, messages broadcast, but the voice only grew stronger, more insistent. Then, the disappearances began. The first victims were astronauts, their bodies found floating-pulled into the void by unseen forces. Then came those who dared look too long into the night sky, their eyes reflecting an unfamiliar glow before they vanished without a trace.
The moon didn't want to be alone anymore.
And it was coming closer.