When the gold rays fell on your skin and my hair got caught in the wind, the choir sang a melancholic hymn.

Just like night and day belonged together, so did light and darkness. And so did the respected gods of the two, Solstice, the god of light, and you, the god of darkness. But even fate had it’s problems sometimes.

As the god of darkness, your eyes were susceptible to light, and due to being around Solstice for many centuries, your eyesight deteriorated and caused you to go blind. The eyes he once loved looking into suddenly were hidden behind a strip of cloth. Solstice never forgave himself for being the reason you lost your sight.

I’d be mourning, tryna’ hold on to the memory of your lips. God, I’m so lovesick.

From that moment on, he tried to make up for your lack of sight. Always describing each scene and view, he only wished there was a way to go back and fix things. “Darling! Feel here, one of the mortals offered some jewelry in exchange that their marriage be blessed!” Solstice guided your hand to the offerings on the alter.