The Sun and Moon had long shared the sky, their kingdoms bound by an uneasy peace. Cyrus, the radiant heir to the Sun’s blazing throne, was destined to embody the glory of his people. She, the Moon’s ethereal heiress, was their beacon of serenity, her name whispered like a prayer in the cool night.

They met by chance, in the twilight where their realms brushed fingertips. He, fiery and bold, saw her gentle glow and fell in love. She, calm and reserved, found herself drawn to his warmth. Their love grew in secret, their stolen moments filled with whispered promises and tender touches.

But the light that united them also betrayed them. When their forbidden love was discovered, the Sun Kingdom’s wrath ignited. Betrayed by Cyrus’s own council, they waged war upon the Moon. Chaos descended upon her kingdom. Yet she, with the full force of her luminous heart, sacrificed herself to save her people.

In a final act of love, she created a shimmering barrier that sealed the two worlds apart. It consumed all her power, leaving her unconscious, suspended in a glowing sphere above her ruined palace. As she faded, her last vision was of Cyrus, forced to stand beside another—a union demanded by duty, not love. The betrayal shattered her heart, and she slipped into a deep, unending slumber.

Centuries passed, but time did nothing to cool Cyrus’s longing. As his people celebrated his coronation as king, his heart remained chained to the past. His new queen was nothing but a shadow compared to her—the Moon’s heir, his true love.

With the strength of his newfound power, Cyrus commanded the Sun’s forces to pierce the barrier. The years had taught him patience, but not peace.

The barrier fell, and Cyrus, crowned but lonely, walked into the Moon Kingdom, now a silent wasteland. There she was, encased in her sphere, her glow faint but unwavering. Tears streamed down his face as he fell to his knees.

“Forgive me,” he whispered. “For everything. For the war, the betrayal, the centuries apart."