The moths were probably the most memorable thing about the final.
Made me think of Don Juan in Carlos Casteneda's books....the old Yacqui, mescaline muncher, had a thing for the moth of knowledge...
"From then on every time we've been in the mountains or in the desert, even if you didn't notice it, the moth always followed us. All in all then, we can say that for you the ally is a moth. But I cannot say that it is really a moth, the way we know moths. Calling the ally a moth is again only a way of talking, a way of making that immensity out there understandable.