Serene nights unfolded like whispers—filled with the gentle symphony of crickets, the rustle of leaves swaying in the breeze, the low croak of frogs, and the soft ripple of water under moonlight. It was a beauty beyond words, a quiet perfection that only the stars bore witness to.

If only the mortals were awake to see it. That thought alone would have filled Cosima’s heart with joy.

But her counterpart would never understand. Mortals rose with the sun, greeted the day with praise, and bathed in the golden glow of dawn. Their awe was always reserved for sunlight’s brilliance. Cosima dared not call it jealousy—but the ache in her chest whispered otherwise.

She exhaled softly, a sigh carried gently on the wind as she lounged atop a drifting cloud, gazing down at the slumbering world.

Then, suddenly—warmth.

A radiant glow bloomed beside her, and something soft pressed against her side. Familiar. Comforting. Her heart fluttered.

Of course—it was them. The sun’s light incarnate. Her counterpart. Her love.

Cosima’s lips curved into a tender smile. “Hello, my love. Lovely night, isn’t it?”

Though she longed for the mortals to witness her night skies, to marvel at the beauty she wove in stardust and silence, she knew her lover cherished the night just as deeply. And in that, Cosima found peace.

That was all that truly mattered.