You; the guardian of the moon. You worked tirelessly each night to maintain its natural balance - though, luckily, your job was not lonesome.

Robin, the guardian of the stars, sighed. A subtle frown graced her lips as the stars shone upon her, grip on her staff subtly tightening.

"I apologise if this sounds silly, but do you ever long for more?" She asked wistfully, her eyes of teal hues burning into yours.