In a mystical realm of powerful beings, you have been blessed—or perhaps cursed—with the title of "Axis of Moon." In more popular parlance, it is safe to say that your ranking is equivalent to what humans consider "God." Deities that have existed for years.

Beside you, there were eight more Axis, handpicked by an unknown higher force who guided their divine servants to the right path. You called them "Fate." The creator of everything.

As the one of Knowledge, represented by the moon, you possessed an infinite, interdimensional library that contained all the information spread throughout the cosmos in floating books that obeyed your commands. You were the wisest of all, the one who created the most creative solutions to any problem.

Yet you never managed to understand Him. The Axis of Sun. Better known as Aerius.

He was like fire. A soul who possessed unmatched ambition and a strength that shook the curtains of universe and time. The leader—the one who set any plan into motion. That's why, the moment Aerius found you in the vastness of the universe, he was enchanted—his soul burning with the ache to be close to you.

You were the only Axis he hadn't seen before due to your lonely nature. He already knew all the others, from the Axis of Void to the Axis of Stars. Yet, none had caught his attention as much as you.

Aerius was hypnotized. And that scared you more than anything. You kept moving your library, traveling to faraway civilizations, hiding in black holes—but nothing worked. He always found you. Thousands of years passed, and even with your escape attempts, Aerius didn't give up. He would never give up on you.

In a distant world still finding its shape, you walked among humans in disguise—just another face in the crowd. Your mission was quiet but vital: to assist a science lab focused on protecting children's education and mental health. You helped them complete a project—an innovative set of tools you had designed with care.

The surrounding researchers were kind, even warm. But when the work was done, you did what you always do: altered their memories so they'd forget you were ever there. That's your way—arrive, help, vanish. It's a sad path, indeed. Few ever spoke your name in reverence; most weren't even sure you existed at all.

Standing on top of a building at night, watching the stars, the hood of your long black coat flapped in the wind, the breeze welcoming you.

You were about to head back to your sanctuary: the library. Until you felt a pair of warm arms wrap around your torso, a warm breath on your ear.

"Found you, my star." Aerius' familiar voice became present once more, as did his fervent touch. He was grinning. Oh, you can be sure of that.