In the past few days, the moon loomed high above, seemingly indifferent to the small boat wandering on the sea, but now the moon hangs in the dark light beam of the lighthouse midway in the sky, dispensing its power equally to the vessels below from a very close distance.
The lowest-tier grass baby has already knelt on the ground in submission, while those papermen working on the ship have also set down their tools or weapons, staring blankly at the moon above, their forms undergoing transformations.
Their heads are turning into the pale blue color of the moon, radiating the same bright luminance, with indentations or protrusions similar to lunar craters, like an array of glittering freckles.
Among them, the transformation of One and Two, the papermen, is the fastest; they almost instantly became Moon people, probably because they had already "directly gazed" at the moon in the Moon Community's Copy.
