Once upon a time the sun and moon were two good friends, and there was no such thing as night and day. There was only time, time that saw the two friends rising together, and resting together. The world and her children grew up knowning the love between the Sun and Moon, and how they were always together. It was never too cold or two hot--it was never too dark nor too bright--it was never too sad or too happy. Everything, they believed happily, was perfect.
Until, of course, the moon began to disappear. When the Sun went to visit the Moon, she was often already gone. He would go back, and return the next day, but she would still be missing.
The next day she was there, but it seemed only a sliver of her was with him--as though she was distracted by something else.
Time passed, and inch by inch ,
Only to grow more isolated, disappearing for
a time only to return after a while to her old self.
But it never lasted long, and she would grow distant the very next moment
This process continued for many a time,
and the Sun grew impatient of having to wait for the Moon to come to rise.
One time he approached the Moon,
and demanded of her why she no longer wished to rise with him, to visit him.
She refused to answer, and he stomped away angrily. For many a days, the sun didn't rise and the moon wandered off by herself. The world fell to darkness
In truth, the Moon felt saddened.
The Sun was so much brighter than her, so much more loved.
She could never bring such light as he could,
and the rays she brought seemed only a mirror of his, without the warmth.
Finally, the Sun decided to follow where his friend went.
He hid beneath the horizon, glancing as she slowly awoke and ascended to the mountain.
And then she began to move, and he followed.
Time, and time, they walked.
It was in this way he discovered she would rise by herself,
when all the creature were asleep.
Shocked, he approached her,
and this time ordered her to tell him what she was doing,
for it was always together they would sleep,
always together they would rise.
The Moon gazed at the Sun--
for at this moment he was the brightest he had ever been--
and her sigh swept over the earth, making the surface
of the oceans quiver and rise, up and down, back and forth.
When she didn't answer, the Sun had had enough.
He pushed her down a mountain, and she rolled down,
down,
down,
down,
making the world cry as she began to grow rounder and rounder
and her skin began to bruise and cave inwards.
The Sun turned away, burning with so much rage that flames appeared on his skin,
and he raced away, curling into a ball to ignore the words of the world.
Till this day the Sun and Moon do not talk.
He rises as soon as she rests, and
she rests as soon as he rises.
Now, the world knows the Sun with the Day, and the Moon with the Night.
The earth tried to send water to him,
to try to cool the Sun's rage, but he turns away. Sometimes, the clouds of water cover him
when he remembers, and the rage dwindles.
Sometimes, he grows so enraged that they disappear from the Sky altogether.
In the Night, the Moon used to stand alone.
Many a times, she would miss the Sun's company,
and the strength of pain and loneliness
made her sneak into the Day and watch him from a distance,
hiding behind the covers of the sky.
Soon the loneliness grew so much that she could not stand it, and
she would visit the sun.
At this time his love for her would return, but he would never take her back.
Once in a while, she bore a child,
and she would take the star with her to the Night to let his siblings greet him.
In this way the Moon grew surrounded by her children, and a bit of happiness returned.
But still she would fade from time to time, and the stars would still stay in the sky, waiting fot their mother to return to take care of them.
And she would return, full of love and sorrow just as before.
Once in a while the Sun would visit the Moon,
and the sky would blacken with their kiss.
Sometimes it occured vice versa.
But forevermore, this pattern would continue till the end of time.
Forever now, forever in time.
