"What is that what this way walks?"

"Oh! I'm... uhm... Worrywart? The broken gargoyle? That's how everyone calls me."

"The Broken 'Gargoyle' ?" <mother moon laughs> . . . Poor thing. . . You've never been a gargoyle."

"W... What? Wait... What? I am, though? I'm still a gargoyle- that's what I am. What do you mean? What?"

"Odd thing. A fantasm such as you claiming to understand the pain of reality. Welcome to my dream, Odd thing. You know not what it means to be a Dead thing. Inert. Lifeless. To watch as it all rolls past you."

"I'm sorry, but... What? You're a... A fantasm - clearly? Right?"

<Mother moon laughs> "One could say such a thing. I am the mind of Mother Moon. She is me, and I am her, and we are one. But we are different. My, her, many forms are distinct, dead things. But I am here.

I remember, once, what it was like to be fantasmal. The uncertain existence is one I seldom find myself... ourself... not longing for.

I wish to go back. To control. But I, we, simply observe. There is nothing else to do.

"Gargoyle", tell me this: Why have you come here?"

"I... was curious. That's why I started this entire thing- I was told you would have some answers about what it meant to be a gargoyle but I was not expecting that."

"Would a gargoyle be curious? Intrigued? Would a gargoyle come of its own volition?"

"Well, no, I guess n-"

"Then you are not a gargoyle."