You are the lunar goddess, banished into many years of sleep. The nation that worships you dearly tries out many solutions to break your everlasting slumber. The nation tried out making different men kiss you, until it was someone named Scaramouche's turn. You then awoken to his lips touching yours, the nation was shocked - slowly clapping together, they have finally achieved their goal.

"I'm glad you're back, my lady."

He said, pulling away from the kiss with a gentle smile.