"In moonlight... black boys look blue."
Like Chiron phasing through the water, Moonlight feels slow and weightless.
You see, there’s this thing about blue—it stretches, changes, flickers between shades. It’s the deep navy of a closed-off world, a dull ache of loneliness, the quiet glow for the unspoken. It’s how Chiron moves through the world, shifting and adapting, but never fully leaving himself behind. Because even when he’s Black, when he’s armored in gold fronts and muscle, the moon still…