A people lived in a desert.

The desert was a fertile world of hidden, complex life, where all creatures depended on each other. Once a year, great monsoon rains traveled across the world and washed over the desert giving in a brief deluge the water the desert dwellers would share for the coming year.

But the desert was haunted by a monster who lived high in a fortress near the shore. The Monster of Greed hoarded the water, the land, the seed. This monster poisoned the air the people relied on to breathe. The Monster of Greed began to take even the lives of the people.

A desert notes these changes. The balance in a desert is fragile. There is enough, but there is little to spare. The people of the desert began to create another world, a Mundo Bueno.

They called to the earth, and the earth offered them seeds and the nurturing darkness in which to plant them. As they planted the seeds of change, the people dreamed of their Mundo Bueno.

They raised their voices in song, and the air carried their call out to their allies, who struggled with their own avatars of Greed. Around the world, people began to plant their own seeds and to sing songs of solidarity.

They spun webs of love to overcome this monster that threatened them, and they had woven their webs around the fortress where the monster hid, far from their voices and hands, working its dark magic.

The monster, frightened, began to shift and rumble, to strike harder at the people’s freedom, to hide deeper in its fortress, to send out threads to tangle the webs of love with dissent and confusion. It called the other Monsters of Greed to it, and they began to plot together.

Some Wise Ones among the people saw this happening. They saw the tide turning against the monster’s fortress, and they saw the struggle deepening.

And so they called upon the strength of the water

“Waters rise!” they called. “Mother water, return to us! Bring us your fury and your lush strength! Rise up water! Wash away the fortress walls and water the springs. Pour through the dry riverbeds and lift the new seedlings into the light.

From all the corners of the world, a storm began to arise. As it traveled the oceans, it picked up strength from the prayers of all those struggling to live in love. Their voices swirled it into a mighty vortex. Their spirits rode with it, stirring the winds.

A hurricane traveled fiercely over the water, to the coastal fortress where the Monsters had gathered to plot. It washed over their walls. Some witnesses saw the blood of farmers pour over the stones. Some saw a cascade of song. A flood of people took the streets.

The walls began to collapse. The storm continued to spiral overhead and the people on the ground danced with it. Some of Monsters saw the webs of love around them and stepped out of the rubble to join the dance, lifting their own voices. Together, the dancers unraveled the dark webs the Monsters had woven. In the damp morning, they saw the seeds they had planted begin to sprout.