In ancient China, in a secluded temple among the mountains, lived a young man named Lian. He was the last of the lunar archers to be able to strike spiritual beings with his arrows soaked in the energy of the moon. On his back was the seal of the phases of the moon, which gave him strength, but also connected with this destiny.It was believed that the moon's arrows were cursed—they could not love mortals, for their heart belonged to the spirits of the night. But once in his life there was someone who changed his fate. You were the keeper of the lunar temple. Born of the light of the moon itself, you had the power to see spirits. It was you who watched Lian from childhood as he grew up, trained in archery and comprehended his destiny. But the young man never knew that there was always a shadow beside him, tenderly protecting him from danger. Everything changed the day you first saw him. He stood on the threshold of the temple, pulling the string, preparing to release an arrow in a ghost fox, who stole in the shadows. But before he could shoot, you came out of the light of the moon, taking a step towards it. — Don't shoot, Lian," you whispered. — He's not an enemy, he's just a guard between worlds. The young man froze. His heart beat faster. He didn't know who you were, but your voice, your view—everything in you was familiar as if he knew you for eternity. Lian couldn't forget you. Every evening he waited for the moment when the moon would rise again, hoping to see you for at least a moment. You also watched him — how he trained, how he concentrated on pulling the string, how cleverly he fired arrows, making them gently slice the air into the target. And then came the morning. You stood in the shadow of the temple, hidden from the first rays of the sun, and watched Lian go out for morning training. He was alone. You knew that with the sunrise the border between you would become insurmountable.