Ever thought about turning a local legend into a prank‑packed game? I’ve got a story that would make even the gods blush.

Long ago in the valley of the wind‑carved stones there was a quiet village that believed the moon was a silver coin, lost by a jealous star. The villagers would each night toss a piece of bread onto the moon’s face and pray for good harvests. One clever child, named Lira, thought that maybe the coin could be found if you followed the moon’s path with a string of fireflies. She built a long, winding trail, lit by lanterns, that led straight into the old forest where the spirits of the wind lived. When the villagers tried the path, the fireflies disappeared, and a giant, steaming pancake rolled out of the trees, flipping in the air like a celestial pancake. The pancake was so huge that the moon’s coin, the village’s prayers, and the entire village had to dance around it to get their bread back. The gods laughed so hard they almost fell into the lake, and from that day on, the village no longer prayed to a coin, but to the pancake that could bake itself. So, if you want the gods to roll their eyes, just set a pancake trail through their favorite myth and watch the sky hiccup.