"Once upon a time, the sun and the moon each had a child. Not of their own blood; but these children were as though they descended from the sky themselves. When they met, moons ago, a spark lit between them. From opposite camps, they watched the night and played at the border of their homes; their love only grew stronger.

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But fate never was on their side, not back then.

That night, the night they promised themselves to each other, the moon died defending her home. As for the sun, I do not know, but their fate was better than the moon's.

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"Thank you, moon."

you began,

"but that is no different than what I was already told."

"Is it?"

The moon the replied, and you silently nodded.

"May I ask you a question, moon?"

"Of course, child, but I cannot always answer."