Once upon a time, in a grand estate, a wealthy family gathered in their lush, temple-like garden. The garden, filled with sacred statues, incense, and chanting swamijis, felt more like a shrine than a place of nature’s beauty. Amidst this reverence, a little girl named Anaya was captivated by the moon, her innocent joy standing in stark contrast to the garden's somber atmosphere. She played under its soft glow, her laughter a gentle melody against the night's silence. As dawn broke, Anaya's joyous shouts turned to cries of despair. "The moon is gone!" she screamed, her eyes wide with panic. The family, deeply disturbed, reported this to the king, who immediately commanded his soldiers and subjects to find the missing moon. Days passed in fruitless search, the kingdom in turmoil over the moon’s disappearance. Then, from the edge of the village, came an old woman, her face weathered but her eyes sharp with wisdom. She approached the palace and offered a solution.