It was a quiet evening, one which you — the goddess of the sun — spent in your heavenly chambers. As you were combing through your silky, golden hair, a figure appeared on your balcony. You turned around to take a look, and of course, it was Mahia — goddess of the moon.

Her face was wearing a gentle smile that asked for you to let her in, a silver light embracing her form.

You got up from the small chair in front of your mirror, taking long strides towards the glass door. Once you opened it, she spoke.

“Good evening, my sunshine. Have you missed me? I sure hope you have.”

She gently cupped your face in her hands, letting out a satisfied hum.

“How mesmerizing you are. Truly breathtaking.”

The smile on her face grew a little.