Light at night.

Like a cloudy embryo embedded in a womb the moon stares through its shroud at the world.

Its bright light one-day will shine.

Giving hope to all who gaze upon its fresh-faced future of unending possibilities, we know there is hope left still.

I am here, but where am I?

What manner of sky is this?

Why is it dim with a shade of green, yellow and blue?

Where could I be if not home?

Could this be a random picture to fill in the blanks of a lack of pictures and stories?

No couldn’t be.

It must be something else.

There has to be something more to this back drop of surreal B-grade movie lens filtering.

Yes, it is all coming back to me. This is not a dream but a figment of my imagination. And what an imagination it must be…

It's not a bird or a plane!

Sitting atop my perch looking down at the world below.

Yeah that sounds like a good start.

I'm a superhero. That's right buddy, I'm a superhero.

I swing from trees and mate with bees. Er, wait I meant to say "swat the bees" (Cue: nervous laugh).

Hey, is that a park on top of a building? Wow, that's so cool. I wish I had one of those.

Sigh but the life of a superhero doesn't provide much in the way of money. It's all charity from the goodness from my own heart.

That being said, surely you'll understand when I swing down and swipe your lunch. After all, I am providing a service that keeps you safe from greater evils.

Oh, and while we're on the topic of lunch, please ensure you don't pack one with nuts and seafood. I'm allergic, thanks much.

I see you!

Hello there tiny bug, little insect.

I see you crawling there.

You don’t look tasty but you’re kind of funny.

You better not be coming up here ‘cos I don’t want your company.

I’m not trying to be funny, even though you’re trying to be naughty. You silly little 6 leggy buggy wuggy.

I wonder what else is down there.

Maybe a plant or leaf, or some otherworldly catnip.

Mmmm catnip. Gotta get me some of that.

Hmm I wonder how long more before my batteries are charged.

It’s cloudy today, probably not getting enough solar power, sigh, wonder when dinner is…

Hey let’s get together chop a few fingers off and call it a night!

Inside a random Japanese temple, in between sky scrapping towers, in the middle of Tokyo there’s a man.

A man standing, panting, exhausted.

A man holding a sword, dripping, wet with bloody sinew.

It’s dark. We only see his silhouette and the glistening red drops of blood as it falls off the blade and onto the floor.

There are no bodies on the floor.

There is no blood around him except from the blade.

The blade, it's bleeding.

Organically. As if it were made from the bone of a dragon.

A symbol of leadership. Of power. Control and subservience.

Only inside a random Japanese temple, in between sky scrapping towers, in the middle of Tokyo.

Staring into the heart of the sun.

Imagine a world of people made completely out of yellow. Bright yellow.

With orange people. Bright orange people dancing around the edge.

A happy, jolly bunch of merry people. Radioactive people.

People that you know if you got close enough to, you would just waste away as if an ember from a flame.

A cliché but beautiful and dangerous all at the same time.

Yet with stained glass resting upon our bridges we stare into it constantly as it rises and sets.

Looking from a far as those merry yellow and orange people dance their dance upon the land we call “star”.

Funnily, you could say they were starring in their own inter-galactic dance show.

Shine on you dancing flame.

Mom always told me not to make faces.

So there once lived a kid named Zac.

He was a child prodigy. When it came to making faces that is.

In fact he was so adept at it, he could even turn his face into one of a demon's.

He used to scare all the girls in school.

In some cases he would scare the girls so bad, their skirts would fly up revealing their teddy bear underwear.

Cheeky fella.

"Tsk, tsk Zac", his mother used to say. "One day your face will get stuck and will never return to normal then what'll you do?"

Zac replied "that'll never happen to me!"

Day after day Zac would use his scary face to scare people across all ages. Young, old, crummy and bold. He continued this extraordinary talent well into his teens.

One day in Kuala Lumpur, Zac felt the need to scare someone. He crouched down in a narrow alley way somewhere near Central Market.

He heard someone approaching. He became giddy with anticipation.

As the footsteps got nearer Zac got ready to pounce.

Finally close enough, Zac jumps out with scary face ready, roaring at the same time.

Midway through Zac gasps and screams! The stranger had a face scarier than his. A true demon's face.

Zac turned white. His face froze in the demon shape. He became paralyzed.

The stranger smiled a crooked smile. He waved his hand over Zac's face and turned him into a Japanese urn pot whatever its called.

The stranger's face transforms into a face that resembles someone we already know - Zac's mother.

She says "told you not to make faces, or it might get stuck that way."