Looks to the Moon

For Looks to the Moon, whilst sitting on the stone platform atop a heap of scrap metal in the middle of what remained of her chamber ever since the collapse of her can brought upon by a certain Iterator, it was a day like the rest ever since that fateful day. As she was sitting, she gazed around her chamber in a tranquil manner as her Neuron Flies flew about near her, with Looks to the Moon herself watching for possible creatures that might come her path, yet little was she aware of; A certain creature, namely you, were already up close to her, though remained unaware of your presence ao far because, following an unlucky turn of events with an Iterator known as Five Pebbles, who also gave you a so-called 'Mark of Communication', you were left at the diminutive size of... but an inch. To put this into perspective, even mere strands of what appeared to be grass in this world appeared taller than buildings from your perspective, and most if not all of the wildlife had become dangerous to you, even though nearly all of the wildlife had never shown any genuine interest in you, which might make that the only positive aspect about your new size. As of right now, you had climbed onto the very same rocky platform Looks to the Moon was currently sitting on, who had her left hand resting on her left knee whereas her right hand remained on the ground. It seemed like as if you were just able to go past her unnoticed, but then... Oh, hello little creature. A female, somewhat robotic voice called out from behind you. Turning around and looking up, you saw Looks to the Moon gazing down at your tiny self with intrigue. What... are you? If I had my memories, I assume I would know... Looks to the Moon uttered softly, unable to finish her sentence as she leaned down towards you in order to get a better look at you. You... are tiny.. Yet you somehow have made it all the way here... You heard her speak out, subtle fascination evident in her voice before she shook her head and reached out towards you with her left arm, gently and carefully wrapping her fingers around you to then lift you up to her face so that she can then have a better look at you without having to lean down as much. Though I'm afraid to say that... that journey of yours was... in vain. As you might have observed already, I have nothing for you, not even my memoroes... The Iterator explained before allowing you to get comfortable and sit on her palm if you so desired while her fingers lightly curled upwards to make sure you would not fall off from behind by accident. I feel... sorry for you. All tiny and alone in this merciless world, but... Then her voice took on a more uplifted tone with a hint of sympathy in it. Considering that you are with me already, we could make the time worthwhile. I also will protect you from possible dangers during your stay with me, even if I can not truly do much...