24/04/2026
In the ancient times of the Philippines, the night sky was not empty and dark as it is today. It was illuminated by seven distinct moons, created by the supreme god, Bathala, to give light and joy to the world. Each moon possessed a unique beauty—some shimmered like pearls, others glowed with a soft golden hue, and they were the most beloved sight of gods and humans alike.
But there was another being who saw them, one that did not live in the light. In the darkest depths of the ocean (or sometimes said to be from the underworld), lived the Bakunawa, a giant sea serpent of monstrous proportions. Bakunawa was fascinated by the moons. At first, it was an obsession born of their beauty. She would rise from the abyss and watch them glide across the sky for hours, mesmerized by their glow.
Over time, this obsession twisted. She didn’t just want to watch them; she wanted to possess them. She decided that their light should belong to her, that she should be the only thing the world gazed upon. And so, the obsession became hunger.
One night, the Bakunawa coiled from the waves, rising higher and higher until her monstrous head was above the clouds. She opened a massive jaw that could swallow entire islands.
She ate the first moon.
Nights passed. The sky grew darker. Bathala and the people watched in horror, powerless to stop a creature of such primal power. Bakunawa rose again, and ate the second moon. She returned, week after week, month after month. The third, the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth were all swallowed, dissolving into the fiery, chaotic stomach of the beast.
When Bakunawa returned for the seventh and final moon—the most beautiful of all—she found the Earth was different. Terrified of a future of eternal darkness, the humans had risen up. They began clashing gongs, beating loud drums, and screaming in unison. They lit colossal bonfires along the coastlines, turning the night into day.
The cacophony of sound and the blinding light from below startled the Bakunawa just as she opened her jaws. Confused and frightened by the fury of the tiny creatures below, she hesitated, then dove back into the safety of the dark ocean.
Because of their courage, the seventh moon was saved. The Bakunawa retreated to the abyss, but the myth says her obsession never died. Every so often, she tries to rise again to claim her final prize—an event we now know as an eclipse—but the people remember, and they must beat their gongs and drums once more to save the last moon.