It was already routine.
He knew he should stop but something told him that everything he said had been heard. He didn't know who he was or where he was, but something inside him told him "go on, I'll always listen to you" that it was voice that had no sound but had an effect on his heart.
And so he did, he began to speak with his great companion, with his faithful confidant.
There she was, listening intently, shining high in the dark night.
His faithful friend, the Moon.
