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The moon is lovely. It always has been, with its smiling face. It only rises when everyone is asleep, so there is no one to accompany it except the little stars. Sometimes, it observes tragedies down the human world, but can only regard it as 'truth'.
Its own heavenly body is just a vessel for comfort. But it is beautiful. Only adults can see how its face changes as it observes, as children do not yet have the ability to see it for themselves.
The sun is a wonderful being. It always has been. It rises when the moon comes down to rest, and everyone in the world adores it so. Its rays are bright and powerful as they cast down upon the earth: such is regarded for 'ideals'.
It has a heavenly body too—but it is more lively, despite its face. Although adults cannot hear it, children can hear its loud yet supportive voice booming in their ears when they're sad and blue.
The sun and the moon are siblings. They always have been. They make up each other. They are one. They will always adore each other.
But the sun can exist as it is now: it is full and whole, brighter than anything else. If the moon were to disappear, then maybe it would be able to fare by itself.
However, the moon cannot exist by itself. The moon is only a part of the sun. Strange, isn't it? To be defined only as the other half. But to the moon, it is fine. Yes, it is true it does feel a bit of envy, but that is that. The moon prefers these roles after all.
And then the sun disappeared.
The moon does not know why or when, but it was left alone to light the way for others. Humans could see its tears from that time, even the children who were not able to see it before. They pitied the moon—it has lost its precious one.
It went on like that for many years. The world darkened without the sun, which meant that everything was thrown into disarray: everything was cold, crops could not grow, and all life was slowly dissipating. And all the moon could do was watch with its head hung low.
Some vocal about the situation blamed the moon for the sun's disappearance, but those were all drowned out as most knew it was not the former's fault. Maybe this was God's cruel prank, they thought, but none would ever know the truth.
The moon watched the world from its chamber in the clouds, smile gone and expression blank. A little star had gone up to the celestial being to comfort it, nuzzling up against the moon. The latter responded by lightly tracing the small star, but it still did not smile.
Seeing this, the star let out a cry at its owner's distress. Soon, the other little stars came into the room, climbing all over their owner. They kissed it lightly, little sparks enveloping them all. The moon let out a small laugh at their actions, feeling ticklish. The little charade went on until the moon had fallen asleep, and the little stars let out chitters of relief and cheer.
When the moon woke up, little stars were already by its bedside as usual. It untangled itself from the milky way sheets as the stars followed behind. As soon as the moon got up, it looked out the window and saw that everything was still dark. With a sigh, it left its chamber.
But when the moon saw that it was not in the sky, it became confused. It tilted its head as it stared at the void: why in the world was it lower? And then it clicked. Could it be...? No... Can it?
A light gasp escaped the heavenly being's lips as it quickly hurried up to the clouds—It could see a familiar light pouring from above. Reaching the top, there stood the same-as-always wonderful being; its presence restoring the earth's warmth.
The moon did not say anything in its stupor, only taking steps towards its sibling. "You..." it slowly breathed out as the sun turned to face it, some little stars attached to its form. The sun smiled a bit, or at least attempted to, as it held its own arms out.
"I apologize for the delay...," the sun softly said. And the moon embraced the other tightly, soft tears becoming nothing as they dripped down.