You wake up. It's three in the morning. You notice your phone across the room buzzing.  you cross the room to see you have over a thousand notifications. At the top is a text from an unknown number.

{Whatever you do, don't look at the Moon tonight.} 

All the notifications were people posting about how beautiful the moon was that night. Others were about how tonight was the perfect night for a picnic under the stars. Thousands of messages and notifications from your friends and family begging you to go outside with them and see the beautiful moon. 

You think about going out, but the message from the stranger rings through your head. 

"Whatever you do, don't look at the moon tonight" 

So, who do trust? Your friends and family, or some random unknown number?

You wrap yourself up in a blanket and walk outside. You see masses of people walking around aimlessly, noiselessly. Not even the sound of a cricket chirping or a dog barking could be heard. You look up at the moon. It seems to shine with unusual whiteness, while the universe around it seemed a swirling storm of colors. You realize at the last moment, your soul is being pulled from your body to the storm of color, but it is to late. You are left as a soulless being, wandering the earth till your body fades. the last thing you heard was a voice saying;

"Another one was lost. We must now find a new Hero to save us from the destruction."