Pakiramdam
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Ongoing, First published Aug 19, 2018
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"The Moon Shines On Death..."

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This is my own version of an old myth. A re-telling of an old folklore. Names of the characters remain the same as that of the original version, but I have tweaked the events and descriptions a bit to fit my style of storytelling. This is a story of unselfish love between Sidapa (the god of death), and the boy Bulan (the moon god). It was handed down from generation to generation by word of mouth... somehow withstanding the rigid teachings, and indoctrination, of several colonizers who tried to erase all ideas and beliefs that did not conform to their own religion and way of life. This myth is a proof that long before my country was discovered, the people here already had a working government, a set of rules, a method of teaching. Allow me to whisk you away to a fantasy world where love was ardent, pure, and unending. Immerse yourself in the story of Sidapa and Bulan's love in a time when the world was neither judgemental, nor condemning of same-sex relationships, and discover why... The Moon Shines on Death.