"Hello dear,"

You opened the deck of cards and observed the large half-moon printed on its first card. Curious, you turn it over, when a soft and gentle voice speaks to you.

"Who was that?"

You question, bewildered, and the voice responds:

"The moon."

You don't know what to say. You can hear the smile in the moon's voice, but uncertainty remains. The moon continues;

"It's alright, child, do not be afraid. What brings you to the forest of spirits?"

"I-"

You stammer, uncertain what this 'forest of spirits' is.

"I followed the golden path."

You finally answer, and the moons lets what sounds like a nod.

"You do not know what 'here' is, do you? This is the place fallen souls go. We guard legends it is their job to guard ancient legends and myths."

You look down at the cards in your hand. As though reading your mind, the moon proceeds.

"The sun and the moon. One of the few legends who have yet to become myth."

"Why a deck of cards?"

You ask.

"Because their story is never the same, child."

"Why the sun and the moon?"

"Because they're one, child."

"Then what happened to them?"

"They died, child, many times."

"Someone told me of this legend."

You finally say, looking up at the half-moon now hanging high in the sky.

"Moon, will you tell me their story?"

The moon was silent, and the answer soft.

"Yes, child. But only that of the moon. The sun is guarded by that what brings light to the sky."