Mune The Guardian Of The Moon Here

The Second Light

Below, the tides returned. The lovers kissed. The owl blinked. Mune The Guardian of the Moon

From that night on, Mune walked the lunar path alone, but never lonely. He learned to polish the craters until they glowed like old silver. He learned to wax and wane the Moon according to the grief and joy of the earth below. He even learned to smile at the Sun when they passed—once every eclipse—two brothers of different fire. The Second Light Below, the tides returned

In the beginning, there was only the Sun—a roaring, generous, sometimes careless king of the sky. But the Sun burned too brightly for dreams. So the old Guardians forged the Moon: a softer, cooler flame to rule the quiet hours. The Second Light Below