Long ago, when the earth was still young and the night sky hung over the world like a spotless veil of black silk, the moon god and his daughter lived peacefully in their shining palace. Though it was a place of grace and beauty, loneliness lingered in the endless sky. Each night, Kisetsu - the daughter of the moon - would look down from the palace windows. Night after night she would watch the world of men pass before her. In the evening she could see the fishers bringing in their catch and leaving again with empty nets at dawn. For the most part, this strange world and the weary lives it cradled would pass in silence. Only from time to tim