"Does anyone live on the moon?"
"Okay, fine, DID anyone live on the moon?"
"What did the lunarians look like?"
No, no, and they looked like nothing, dumbass.
I mean, really. Why the hell would anyone have been
living on the foremost body of our beloved Lunatic God?
It's not like there was anything there other than
oneiromanic rock, which would kill you, and pores of
cerise ichor, which would also kill you. I mean, yeah,
there was the Lunatic God itself, but you weren't gonna
be digging deep enough to see it. Yeah, "see" a god. Right.
But let's say you just wanted to visit, and then when you
realized the pointlessness of it all you decided to return
home. Do you have any idea of the sheer blasphemy that is
treading upon the body of a being of such reverence?
When you got back, there's no doubt that the Elder Witch
would have personally bestowed upon you several fates worse
than death. Several! And then she'd kill you! Really!
My point is, nobody lived on the moon. Nor should have anyone.
Because that would have been a stupid idea. And you're
actually pretty stupid for even asking.