Constantine never knew love. He was always different than the other orphans. He looked normal enough during the day, but during the night he turned into something different. A nightmare, a sad and lonely nightmare that no pony wanted. Despite all his hardships, the moon never left him. It would always be there hanging in the night sky all alone just like him. So Constantine spent his cold nights in an ally looking up at the moon wondering if there was more out there than his sad little world. What happens when he finds out there is?