Perusina, Perusino and Tupac: An evening full of starry dreams

It was a beautiful evening in the land of the Incas. The setting sun colored the mountains in bright orange and the first stars twinkled in the sky. Perusina, Perusino and Tupac sat on a rock and watched the play of colors. The warm wind carried the scent of the Andean flowers and it felt as if the world stood still for a moment.

"You know, Tupac," Perusino said thoughtfully, "your father, Lloque Yupanqui, is an impressive Inca. But who will be next after him?"

Tupac grinned slightly, although he felt a little nervous. "My father often talks about my brother, Mayta Cápac. He is said to be strong and brave, someone who can conquer the mountains. Some say he is so brave that he rides a flying llama to make the clouds dance for him."

Perusina laughed and lay on her back to see the stars better. "Or maybe he found a secret treasure that only the stars showed him! I bet it's a chest full of magical corn kernels that glow in all the colors of the rainbow."

"Or he can talk to the mountains so well that they tell him their stories!" added Perusino with a beaming smile. "I can imagine the rocks starting to laugh when he tells a particularly good joke."

The three friends laughed and the echo of their voices reverberated through the valleys. It felt as if the whole world was part of their little secret, this moment that belonged only to them. But then Tupac became a little quiet again. The thought of Mayta Cápac, the brother he admired, made him think.

"Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be a real Inca," Tupac finally murmured. "The stories about Mayta Cápac sound so unbelievable. Imagine if the stars actually showed us the way or we could ask the clouds for help."

Perusina closed her eyes and smiled. "I imagine us riding on a journey to the stars, past golden clouds and sparkling nebulae. Maybe we'll meet a moon fox who will show us the most beautiful constellations."

"Or we could fight a wild corn monster that's trying to eat the entire Milky Way!" Perusino exclaimed excitedly. "But of course we would defeat it - with a magical corn cob as a weapon."

Tupac had to laugh. The thought of a corn monster devouring the Milky Way was just too funny. The wind carried their happy sound and the stars seemed to sparkle even brighter. It felt like the world was winking at them, like the stars themselves were listening intently to their stories.

"You know," Tupac whispered as the wind blew gently over the peaks, softly singing songs of the past, "maybe there really is a story out there somewhere, just waiting to be discovered. A story bigger than us, and full of secrets."

They remained silent for a while as the wind told stories of faraway places and the stars twinkled as if dreaming of adventures long past. And as the darkness gently embraced the mountains, they knew that the adventures never really ended - they just turned into dreams.

Under the stars we dream tonight, of adventures that ignite magic. Where llamas fly and stars sing, Something new will begin for us tomorrow.

(c) by ToPet