a worm who loves winter

I was born in the northern island of Japan called Hokkaido.
We have a lake called Akan-ko there, which gets frozen and turns into a natural ice rink every winter.
The rink serves as a center of fun for the local people and the tourists during the long, cold, and dark winter season.
One day when I was a kid, I had a talk with a worm who strayed into my house.
He was a resident of the underground realm located just beneath the ice rink.
The palace, as he described his place, appeared rather extraordinary; made of blocks of unknown nature, had only three kinds of plants, a leak-proof dome through which you can see the moon.
“I hate the moon.”
The worm said to himself.
“She deceives. She chases. ”
I asked him,
“I beg your pardon?”
“Never mind.”
The worm insisted that he loved winter because when winter came, the light through the frozen lake would brighten up the palace, which enabled him to find a way out of the underground.
“Well, interesting. It appears that the palace is a beautiful place, and yet you want to get out of there.”
I said to him.
“Well, all I want is sunlight. Nothing else matters.”
He grumbled.
His words made me, another living creature who knows very well about the gloomy sunless days, feel much closer to him.
I let him stay in my place as long as he liked, until he disappeared while I was unaware.
This is a work based on my old memory with this worm, a friend whom I survived that particularly cold winter with.