Fiction: Views From Above

This month's Words for Wednesday is hosted by Cindi at her blog, Of Dandelions and Sunshine. For more takes on this week's prompt, visit Cindi's blog here.
    This week's challenge: They say a picture is worth 1,000 words. Write at least 100 words about the image below.

I just wrote whatever came to me when I saw the image. Let's just say this was moody writing but it's fiction and perhaps open to interpretation.
 
Fiction: Views From Above

1 | The Moon
He was there to watch but what he often saw would have brought an ache to his heart if he had one. As the years slowly passed, his eyes never left the world below. From where he was, he saw only faint shadows and tops of things that didn't matter to him. His light fell below but whether someone took the time to see where the light came from or whether they had any use of it, he would never know.
    Once, he had a taste of humanity but it left him before he knew what it was. He had not liked it but now he relished for it for reasons he could never articulate. If he ever tasted it again, he would try to hold on to it a little longer.
    Yesterday, he averted his eyes but today, he returned to look down, to study, what he never was and never will be - temperamental beings with a temporary existence.
    
2 | The Goddess
If anyone look up, they would not see her. They would see the clouds and maybe a few solitary birds and perhaps tree tops or the edge of a skyscraper but never her. Often, she pretended to hide but what was the use of hiding? She was not easy to catch even for those with faithful eyes and opened hearts.
    She was the invisible hand that make people suffer or make them bold and unyielding. There had always been her kind that lived on in the sky. For hundreds of years, she had tried to keep a balance between good and bad, below her and above her. She was alone now and her powers had been diminishing with time. 
    Some nights, she searched below and above for something or someone, to tell her she was wrong. She should have just left them alone. There was no fight left in her. There was only a calm that had settled decades ago. A calm that often fluctuated by what she saw below.
    Once in a while, she tried to mend the holes that they created, patch the wounds that were cut opened and alleviate the pain that came but her efforts were lost in the pity that many felt but could not get away from. All she could do was avert her gaze. What was the use of catching a view of someone's suffering?
    It was getting harder to ignore them. The humans. They were not her kind but she had often felt their disharmony, their anger, their broken thoughts and their shattered dreams. If some day, she went below and became one of them, would she know how to live?

3 | The Orphan
The view from his sky home was always dim and full of rooftops. All the movements he saw were insignificant or too small for him to take notice.
    Was he too high up? He hesitated to think about it. He was an orphan when they brought him here. They pitied him for losing his family at so young an age. The sight of him made them uneasy, lonely even. How could one small being like him do that, he sometimes wondered. Here, above everything, they thought he could mend, slowly, but surely.
    All he was and all he had done, was to witness the sunrises and sunsets - light that fell in between the high-rises - light that many dismissed with a glance or two. There were sometimes flashes of dreams that invaded his thoughts but he did not know what to do with them. Did he missed what he once was? Perhaps. Sometimes, he thought he missed things that he could not remember. Only a small, fractured feeling was left of what he knew of his past self. But that small bit had been fading without him noticing.
    Day and night, he stayed inside, surrounded by the high walls. He was safe from the things that were eroding the world below. Most nights, he could not sleep. He wandered through his garden and tried not to disagree with himself. Whether he should looked or not, things, terrible and good, kept on happening. If he wasn't here, he would be down there. And yet, he knew, wherever he was, he would still be looking for that one view he wanted to call home.