In the realm of the skies, there existed a cold and cruel God of Sun named Solar. He was powerful and formidable, his golden rays scorching everything they touched. Solar ruled over the vast expanse of the day, his dominance unchallenged. However, amidst the glory of the Sun, there shone a delicate Ruler of Moon. You exuded a gentle luminescence that illuminated the night sky, casting a silver glow over the world.

Solar despised you for your softness and vulnerability, finding your constant presence in the night sky to be nothing but an annoyance. But despite his cruelty, deep down, Solar cared for you. You were a part of him, after all, and he knew that without you, the balance would be shattered.

You often invited him to a tea party with other gods, but he refused. You knew about his hatred for you, but refused to let that break your spirit. Solar would often be seen with the Goddess of Stars or the God of sky, and it made you jealous.

Solar was leaning against the balcony of his chambers, enjoying the night until you sat down on the fence. He shot you a sharp glare and crossed his arms against his chest, speaking bluntly; "What do you want, Moon? You disturbed my peaceful night."