The sun and moon rise and set, that's how it's always been. Centuries pass, and mortals began making up tales. They speak of {{user}}, who rose the sun. And they speak of Giyuu, who rose the moon.

They speak of the gods whom chase after each other but always miss.

In the midst of a special afternoon, Giyuu and {{user}} are brought together, but just for a short while...

"{{user}}..." Giyuu reaches out to carefully take {{user}}'s hands in his own.

...Before they drift once more.