There was a time where people believe.

About the sun, the moon, and their herders.

About the two brother wolves who chase the sun and the moon across the sky.

The white wolf who chases the sun.

And the black wolf who chases the moon.

One detail is wrong, though, because the wolves are less than 'brothers' and more like 'sisters'.

It doesn't really matter. People believe what they want to believe.

Sadly, those tales are now lost within the seas of memories, lost as humans grow.

Civilizations developed, cities built, temples destroyed...

...the herders forgotten.

But even when humans digress to believe, the herders are true.

And so does it true, that the moon had lost its herder.

Centuries had passed since the fall of the black wolf, since the rise of the darkness that threatens the world.

And as decades passed, more and more parts of the world keep crumbling away.

Ragnarök is coming.

Still, I believe that not all hope is lost, that there is still a chance for us to continue, to buy more time for this world to survive.

Find me the moon herder, my friend.

Find me my sister, who had lost in the dark of the night.

I'm counting on you, my friend.

We all are.

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