Rocks hurt.

Like stoning.

Pelted with tiny rocks.

But I caught one!

It wasn't silver, it was blue.

Wet.

This rock is wet.

....

This rock sloshes.

Green.

Rocks aren't green....

What are you little rock?

....

Hello, rock?

Rock I see you...I see you moving!

You're moving!

Alive!

I'm not alone!

Green rocks make good company!

Wet rocks make good friends!

Moving!

Rock is moving!

Luna's not alone!

I'm not alone anymore!

....

How long....

How long have I been drifting?

How far?

How far from where....

Where is here?

....

Rock, where is here?

Where are we?

....

Gentle....

I have to be gentle.

I won't lose you little rock.

My rock.

You're my friend now, little green rock.

....

I'm not alone.

Still quiet...but I'm not alone!

Growing green rock...it's flying with me.

Through the dark, through the black.