You are resting under a tree, reclining against its solid trunk. A cool breeze blows across your relaxed body. You feel the gentle wind touch your closed eyelids as you drift into your slumber. You dream vividly:

Suddenly, you are traumatically thrust back into consciousness. People are blindly running everywhere screaming,

"The sun in gone...there is no sun! The sun, moon and stars have been stolen!"

The more rational of the group gather in a circle to build a fire and discuss what can be done. You join them saying,

"I know who has stolen the sun. Give me a torch and I will find him. He is Wegyet."

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