I had a dream where I saw a great, red moon.

The moon spoke to me, saying: "Do my work, and I shall grant you a boon."

I asked what the task and the reward would be.

The bright, red moon replied: "You must make everyone on earth worship me."

"But what is there left to rule?" I asked the moon.

"The land is limited, and every life must eventually reach its summit."

If I were given a single chance, I would choose salvation instead; that would be as good as any boon.

That choice would make me more profound than any king who seeks to rule.

It would turn me into a star, allowing me to shine throughout the sky, the galaxy, and the entire universe.