Once upon a time there was this lovely goddess who was kept in the moon because her great beauty was itself dangerous to human eyes.

Her name was Wol Kwang – Moonlight – and she had been indeed blessed with incredible powers over the night and its creatures. After so many eons by herself the Queen of the Night grew sad and lonely – she could only observe the human life beneath to entertain herself being any desire of living among them revoked by God.

            There came a day when the dashing goddess seemed to feel more helpless than ever previously and she looked down to the commoners’ Enchanted Forest not being able to stop wishing to be down there.

Just then a tall young man approached the river bound sitting by the water. He began playing with it – lifting and shaping the magic liquid and finally letting it slip back into the river. He stared into the river to the moon’s reflection and smiled next to it up in the sky. His smile was the most pure and charming thing Wol Kwang had ever seen – she doubted even the Goddess of Death would resist upon such a wonderful vision.

And then the boy started talking to the moon.

            “Hi, moon. How are things up there? Are you tired already?” Wol Kwang smiled at his awkwardness. “You know what I wish the most right now? I wish there were no more nights for me, can you do that?” He sighed seriously depleted. “I guess not, what am I saying...?” His hair shined in a weird manner under the moonlight; Wold Kwang couldn’t help it and she reached out to touch him. As if he had been bitten or something the young man shot up, scared. “I could swear for a moment something cold touched me...” After looking around he sat down again smiling. “Don’t be silly, Suho. There’s only you and the moon here. Oh, and her – as if I could forget her for a moment even...” He threw a rock across the river and it flew until Suho had lost the sight of it. “Can you hear me out, moon? Please?” For a while he said nothing, his eyes were closed and he sighed deeply opening his mouth ready to speak. “I’m in love with someone I don’t know but I’m sure I can never have. I dream about her every night but I can never see her face properly... What bothers me the most isn’t not have seen her face ever, in fact what bothers me the most is that she is always crying. I hear it loud and clear, her tears dripping and hitting the ground. Her weeping isn’t loud yet for me it’s as if she was screaming... And I love her without knowing her.” Suho looked up to the moon and smiled again. “I must seem some babo, right? However could you make me a favour? Please, take the night away since I can’t do anything for her and it pains me...”

Wol Kwang attended his request and every night after he was done talking with her she would rush the night away.

            For a very long time Suho kept going to the river bound, he kept talking to the moon and Wol Kwang would fell more and more every single night.

            Disobeying one of the main rules among the Gods Wol Kwang came down to the Earth one night – she had been drawn by the sleepy Suho who was weeping laying down on the grass; he was dreaming about her again. 

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