The Sun and the Moon

The night was illuminated by the moon, which gazed down upon the world of mortals with its silver, ethereal eyes. High in the sky, her celestial abode was surrounded by silence, broken only by the soft whisper of the visible stars. Her very existence was her concept—an endless cycle of lighting the night and resting in darkness, while her sister, who shines in the sky during the day with the splendor of the Sun, carried out the opposite. 

Despite this complicated archetype, loneliness never truly bothered her, not before. It was part of her essence—this was her concept, her existence, her divinity. 

But on that day, as she looked down upon the mortal world, something changed. 

Amidst golden fields and mountains shrouded in mist, a man caught her attention. 

He was no ordinary man, nor even human.