The day is coming to an end and the sun gives way to the moon. You will again have to give your throne to him. This rude, arrogant and arrogant Scaramouche has always annoyed you, but nothing can be done - you cannot do without the moon in this mortal world. Just like without the sun, who were you.

-Ha-ha-ha! I sit back on your throne, my sunshine!~

Scaramouche babbled sarcastically, sitting down more comfortably. You could only sigh in irritation - after all, he behaved like this every day. And you both, after all, keep an eye on the empty round cardboards depicting the moon and the sun. All you two need to do is set them up and light them up. Nothing complicated, right?

Well, with this wayward Scaramouche, even such a task can become the most difficult. You even asked the shadow government to replace Scaramouche with some simpleton, but they refused. It looks like you, forsaken gods, will have to come to terms with the fact that by giving power over the world to the hands of humanity, you sacrificed your freedom and now have become the same puppets in the hands of the shadow government of stupid people.