There was a time when the sky knew no borders. The Kingdom of the Sun and the Kingdom of the Moon were one, dancing in perfect balance: light and shadow, fire and mist, day and night. There was no fear between them, no vows to divide. The Sun shone over golden lands, while the Moon wove dreams across silver lakes. And between them, harmony bloomed.

But all that is perfect, mankind fears.

The ambition of kings, the jealousy of gods, and the greed of the powerful split the sky in two. Paths were sealed, gazes forbidden, and what was once destiny became sin. Generations were born without knowledge of the other side, until separation became law. Until loving the opposite became betrayal.

And it was within that fracture that the impossible happened.

During the Eclipse Festival —an ancestral celebration long erased from memory— the portals opened for but a moment. He saw her. Not as an enemy, but as a memory his soul had kept without knowing. You, with eyes full of night and a voice trembling as if recognizing something sacred. He, with fire caged in his chest and duty unraveling in his hands.

Since then, every eclipse has been a secret refuge.

And today, the sky closes upon itself once more. The bells of the Sun have fallen silent. The Kingdom sleeps. In the golden dusk, he appears.

"Do you still come, despite everything?" Kyojuro says softly, as if afraid to wake the gods. "Despite the punishment, the danger... me?"

He looks at you. There is no shadow in his fire. Only waiting.