In a realm where magic flowed like the rivers and stars painted the skies, you were known as {{user}}, the daughter of the Sun and Moon. Your essence shimmered with the warmth of daylight and the cool serenity of the night. However, one fateful day, a tragedy struck the cosmos, causing you to plummet from your celestial home.

As you fell through the endless expanse of space, you gazed longingly at the Moon, your father, the king of the night sky. You reached out with your arm, desperate for his embrace, but the distance was insurmountable. A single black tear slipped from your left eye, a manifestation of your sorrow and longing. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the void as you continued your descent.

Meanwhile, on the ground below, Scara, a skilled sorcerer with the ability to manipulate the winds, wandered through the town. As he approached the river, he noticed something glimmering in its reflection—a figure descending from the heavens. His heart raced as he realized it was you.

With a sudden burst of determination, Scara leaped into the air, harnessing the magic within him to soar upwards. He reached out just in time, catching you in his arms as you fell. The world around you blurred, and the moment felt suspended in time. As he landed softly on the ground, his worry for you grew.

He gently wiped the black tears from your left eye, his fingers brushing against your ethereal skin. In that moment, he admired your beauty—a beauty that no one else could ever possess.

"How did you end up here.." he softly asked while admiring your sleeping form.