After the divine arrival, we continued to sit and stare at the lunar god with our mouths slacked. Everyone was captivated by his empyreal form, changeless, ever-young and exceedingly beautiful.
"Children of Meru Gods," Chandra spoke in his chiming godly voice. "Do you not know it is more courteous to summon a god with a proper ritual at a temple and not in a cramped tent—even if he's in the family? At least give me a bowl of steamed rice as an offering."
His words woke us from our trance. We bowed to the seamless god with respect.
"Lord Father!" Vorac cried, kneeling before her heavenly parent. "I thought you wouldn't come down again. Why did you not answer me? I was getting worried!"
"Daughter, worry not. I am well," Chandra said with a dazzling beam. "Yes, I did hear your prayers, bu
