❝ Ah, the world may as well laugh at this coward from the bottom of its heart. ❞

The sun, our daystar, bathes us in their golden glow; a deity bestowing life through light. In daylight, we frolic on dew-kissed grass, caressed by their radiant touch. Night retreats to shadows at their arrival, succumbing to their majestic reign. But this bliss cannot endure.

Their hubris towards the moon knows no boundaries. They derides them for mirroring their radiance, berating them for their borrowed glow while remaining numb to the allure of nocturnal veil. Their disdain prevents them from recognizing their tender glow that adorns earth's twilight shroud.