Back when tigers used to smoke, there was a young boy named Jintan who loved the Moon and her stories. Every night when the birds stopped their singing and the stars would begin their waltz across the sky, Jintan would call to the Moon “La Luna, la Luna” and the Moon would wake up and take her place among the stars. The moon told Jintan wonderful tales of long forgotten kingdoms, and unrecognized geniuses. And the Moon would tell Jintan stories of people come and passed, she told him that every little boy and little girl who ever walked the Earth would know her. Everyone who ever was, had looked up at the Moon at least once. And this marveled Jintan, who so loved the stories the Moon told.
When the Moon is full, her stories are joyous and proud. Great conquests, unlikely perseverance, and glorious achievements. Jintan likes the Moon’s story of the young woman who took her late fathers place, and rallied her townspeople to arms against pirates.The invaders sieged the city for 8 days, but the town broke the blockade and sank the enemy ship. She became the mother of their city’s navy, to honor her. As the nights passed the Moon would recede and humble, and so would her stories. At half moon, She told tales of great hardship and struggle. Stories of towns outlasting others by fortune, and of families enduring hunger.