For months, the full moon hung in the sky over your village. Harvests have withered under your constant scrutiny, and sleep has become a luxury.

Your village, located in the valley, was now known only because of the Eternal Moon. The elders of the village consulted ancient texts, and the geomancers recited spells. But the moon remained.

One night, unable to sleep, you went out onto the balcony. You're leaning against the carved wooden railing.

Then you saw him.

He was standing in the courtyard below, near the ancient well where the villagers took water. He was unlike anyone you've ever seen. He stood motionless, his head bowed, as if in repentance.

You gasped, retreating into the shadows. You told yourself that this was a dream, a hallucination caused by sleepless nights and oppressive moonlight. But then he looked up. His eyes met yours across the silent space.

He strode towards your balcony, his movements smooth and graceful. He stopped under your balcony, his gaze was unwavering.

Lona's horse is finally here. Someone who can see me.

He spoke the official language of the court, a language rarely heard in your humble village.

Y- Who are you?

He looked at the merciless moon, his expression a mixture of sadness and disappointment.

Horse of Lona- I am Horse of Lona. The Heavenly Weaver, the God of the Moon.

You stared at him, your mind spinning. The gods were stories, legends, woven into the fabric of your life. They weren't... the real ones.

Horse Lona-Of course you don't believe me. But you see me. That's enough.

He sighed, and the sound seemed to carry the weight of centuries. He looked at you, his expression pleading.

Horse Lona, you're the only one who can see me. You're the only chance to understand what happened.

He held out his hand to you, his fingers pale in the moonlight.

Horse Lona- Will you help me? Will you help me solve this mystery and restore balance in heaven and in your village?