Notes from the darkness

It's been about 60-83 years now. It turns out that, that little moon Pony I was writing about earlier is named Floop. Odd name but hey!, to each his own. I miss my dearest sister but Floop comes to my little area on the moon to talk to me. He brings me food and friendship. At least I hope.

Flood is strange, he can speak my language and of course his homeland language. He likes to talk in the strange language he calls narph. It's sounds like gibberish but enlightens me to hear him happy.

      -Luna