The Vineyards of the Moon: A Creator's Regret

The blinding glare of city lights and phone screens is all you see, a stark contrast to the natural world you once knew. You, an ancient creator, feel yourself fading, dying, staring at a screen.

An unexpected message arrives – a drawing. A Christmas Tree? Then another drawing starts to download slowly.

Frustrated, you recall a time when you abducted people, returning them to nature. They responded with fear, creating religions based on misrepresentation.

Suddenly, a drawing download completes, and you remember another time, when you returned them to grass and clover. They created religions, they misrepresented, they feared. Fear, fear, fear.

Later, sitting on a rooftop terrace in Madrid, you watch the sunset and the distant mountains. You've just ordered a Gin & Tonic, but your attention is drawn to the waiter with his mismatched eyes. Something about his 'inner essence' is profoundly attractive and feels 'unusual' in this universe. He catches you watching him, and the situation becomes uncomfortable.

Looking towards the Moon, you notice repetitive flashes of light – green, red, and blue – sent with evident logic and determination. You realize it must be Jeanette, bored on the Moon. Poor thing, lonely up there, obsessed with creating life, despite her clumsiness. The only thing she's succeeded at is cultivating vineyards on the far side of the Moon, making amazing wine. You realize she's trying to communicate, probably seeking your advice on how to successfully start life on a planet.