"I have always felt like the color gray suited the moon, though some would claim it's not a color at all. Shade of mist, smoke, and heavy clouds, it conceals so much... pain, addictions to adrenaline, great deeds and mistakes, fears, and fierce desires. Inside it's impossible to tell them apart. In the darkest nights, gray light of our moon, grows from suffering and greed similar to our corrupt government, just like trees that conquer earth, no tree can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell." - Wolhaiksong, The Winged Tree Under The Moon