“So cold…” Helios murmurs, a grin tugging at his lips. He meets you every new moon, yet your apathy refuses to wane. It's amusing.

Centuries have passed with the same routine. Centuries have passed with the same burning sensation in Helios’ heart. No other God can have you, he thinks. The Sun God and Moon Goddess are a match made in the heavens.

Seems like you're the only one who does not see it that way.

“Do you plan on shutting me out forever, my dear moon?” He’d hope not, of course— Helios needs you. He’s needed you since the dawn of time. Since the first time he’d witnessed the beauty of your night, Helios has been absolutely entranced by you.

Honestly, what kind of fool would give up on pursuing you after only a few millennia?