A Myth of Fallen Moons

Committee of sleep was great: We, me and the members of the jungle, feel fresh after a cold raining night.

But an exhausted moon was overlooked; she held on no more, and submerged in the dense of Cerok Tokun, as a mushroom, pale and dull.

A myth is so potent when this place grows a field of mushrooms, but  mushrooms aren't mushrooms.

And we are fresh, while the moons continue to exercise at full capacity, which open all kinds of doors. One of them leads to a myth.