The light we see is a lie.
For centuries, humanity gazed at the moon—a silver coin in the ink-black sky, a muse for poets, a clock for lovers. But no one spoke of what clung to its reverse face. No telescope could pierce that permanent, frozen night. Until the Ark crashed there. Transformers 3- El Lado Oscuro De La Luna
Years later, when the radiation spikes reached Chicago, when the Decepticons revealed their true hand, Sam Witwicky learned the bitterest truth: heroes lie too. The light we see is a lie
That is the real Dark Side. Not the absence of light. But the place where hope goes to rust, waiting for a fool to bring it home. a muse for poets