Man In The Moon

An entity found itself slowly awakening from its slumber. It had no name, nor did it understand all of what created it. However, it knew that someone had woken it up and it slowly began to draw knowledge from that tiny existence, sapping away at the stone’s power until it vanished with a small pop. The man/beast/thing/idea tore through the core it was born in and scurried it’s way to the surface of the moon, now having given definition to all things. It looked down on the earth from which the stone created it, though the thing itself had no visible body nor a visible concept, like trying to draw an image to represent irrational numbers. It was so obscure that to the naked eye, one didn’t know what they were looking at. But, as the newly formed creature gazed upon humanity, it took on a form that they could easily comprehend.