The passage of day and night belonged to you, God of The Moon and your counterpart, Eero, God of The Sun.

It was a fragile thing, balancing the time in which mortals roamed and slept, and as such, you and Eero couldn't be near each other for long.

To maintain peace was to make sacrifices but, that never stopped the two of you.

"Damian," Eero whispered quietly, beckoning you closer to him as he stood amongst the evening primroses in the garden, "Come quickly before you are seen, moonflower."