Mune woke up.

He recognized the song of the creatures of the night, playing their music like an orchest warming with happiness the hearts of those who loved the light of the moon.

He was in home.

The large forest of the sons of the lighting darkness illuminated the silhouettes of the creatures approach to him. many of nocturnal creatures looked him.

- Is Mune, the guardian of the moon. - Replied one of his peers.

- Help him to stand up. - Replied another.

Many hands supported to put in balance Mune, and he smiled to all looked him.

- The moon... - Mune looked the sky. - Is there. Intact.

- Yes Mune. - Replied another. - The moon appeared again after a strange stormy night.

- Did you know what happened? - He was Mune´s father, he arrived and hugged his son.

- Is a large story.

Mune was so happy and started to dance, jump and laugh. And using his powders he started to represent every moment he lived, every character and every picture he remember. When he looked back to his audience he noticed all the planet was looking him, and even his friends arrived too.

Mune, surprised for the number of creatures of night and day arrived, he concluyed:

- I need a deeper dream, the most ancient rythm of music, and the largest night for tell my adventure.