This is my fantasy about the birth of the moon. Something like this in my distant childhood, when I imagined how the cosmos works. Just a child who looks at the moon, he is not able to understand why it is different. So I imagined that the Moon is a flower that gradually opens. And so time after time. my favorite weightless butterflies are circling over a captivating flower, reflecting its light. This picture is consonant with the melody of the French electronic music group Space.