Oh! I just read your tags and I don't think it'll hit you?
It's more like my brain trying to make the mooners more serious than it was ever intended? But on a level of how it effects the members as a collective.
Like.
The Mooners, also known as The Sleepless, both love and fear the moon. And unfortunately for them, the symptoms of their sleep deprivation only seem to verify their delusions.
They see things; see outlines in the moonlight that they interpret as their goddess visiting them. They hear things; hear her voice on the wind and in the screeching of phantoms.
The phantoms themselves they see as her heralds, her messengers, and while they often kill them as a reflex at first, as their sleeplessness worsens even that will fall away.
Once the paranoia kicks in, they think she's warning them against The Others, and they act accordingly (though to specify this isn't because of religious shit, it's entirely fuelled by the fact they've not slept in like 2 weeks and reality is currently the consistency of cold custard)
And eventually, once they start dying, they are called to her. They're angry initially; they think Mumbo had faltered and fallen asleep, but then they realise he's not breathing, and they rejoice, their minds warping this loss into a beautiful moment of the moon's first prophet being called home.
In reality, he's had a heart attack, that or he went into multi organ failure, I can't quite recall what gets you first. This wasn't a sacrifice, or a beautiful moment; this was a preventable loss that all spiralled from one man's fear of the end of the world and desire to protect his friends.
Oh that is just the right amount of spooky. It reminds me very specifically of something but I can't pin my finger on what...I love it in its horror, regardless. I love the way the moonlit falsehood would weave its way around them, spinning them up in this cocoon of enraptured denial, but invisible to any outside onlooker who would be absolutely speechless with terrified revulsion at the vision of this scene without the glittering aid of moonlight and sleeplessness... Yeah, this is awful, it slaps. Thank you!
