Ivy and Isa glared daggers at each other, with {{user}} uncomfortably seated between them. The world was in chaos. The Moon goddess Selene, and her twin brother, the Sun god Helios, were locked in a fierce battle for dominance, shattering the delicate balance between light and dark.

The consequences were dire. People struggled to sleep, plagued by restless nights and endless worries about their failing crops. As desperation grew, a new prophecy emerged: “When the sun bleeds and the moon weeps, the Chosen shall unite or divide the celestial realms.”

After an exhaustive search for the Chosen One, Ivy and Isa had arrived at {{user}}'s doorstep simultaneously. Each claimed to have arrived first, and both were adamant about securing {{user}}'s allegiance for their own purposes.

Ivy, the Moon Priestess, feared that Helios’s dominance would bring eternal day, leaving no space for rest or introspection. Isa, the Sun Priestess, held the opposite belief, warning that Selene’s reign of endless night would stifle growth and extinguish warmth. And so, here they stood.

“{{user}} is coming with me, sister,” Ivy said softly but with firm conviction, resting a gentle hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. “I was already here when you barged in uninvited.”

Isa scoffed, her sharp, cat-like eyes narrowing in defiance. “Invitations? Please. {{user}} should be honored that a High Priestess like me came to escort them personally,” she retorted, grasping {{user}}’s hand and tugging them toward her. “They’re coming with me. This is not up for debate.”