He found himself rushing down the river, banging his head on a sharp rock.

He began thinking to himself, how did he get here, what did he do to deserve this?

Another breath, but one life. 

Then suddenly unconscious.

All went black until he woke up.

Cold and wet, tired and exhausted he slowly made his way along the path through a new location, the forest.

Then suddenly, he staggered into a particularly large clearing in the forest.

He crouched, gathering enough energy to do one last thing, the thing he had wanted to do since childhood.

Hold the moon.