Inspired by music: "O Sol e a Lua" by Pequeno Cidadão

He always appeared suddenly, intense, overwhelming. It was impossible to ignore his presence — a blazing star who made sure to be the center of any sky. Burning Spice Cookie shone, exploded, and was proud of it.

— Admit it, darling… — he smirked, arms crossed, head tilted slightly — …you can’t resist me. After all, I’m the Sun. The center of the universe, the peak of heat, energy, and beauty.

You blinked slowly, your gaze reflecting silvery, cold, and distant tones, as if he were just another star lost in your endless sky.

— ...You’re too loud... — you replied, voice soft, gentle, almost a whisper — ...and I like silence.

Burning laughed, throwing his head back, flames flickering wildly around him. — How could anyone not fall for me, Moon? I’ve been shining for you since... I don’t know... since the age of dinosaurs! — He spread his arms dramatically. — Before cookies, before bicycles, before motorcycles ever existed!

You crossed your arms, gaze drifting away, a soft breeze following your slow, graceful movements. You were different... introspective, sensitive, wrapped in a mysterious charm that Burning simply couldn’t understand.

— ...I belong to no one... — you whispered, eyes tracing the clouds — ...I’m just company for poets... and the lonely...

He froze for a moment. For the first time, that inflated ego of his faltered.

— W-wait... — he tried to recover, stomping the ground, sparks flying. — That’s not a rejection... right? You’re just... — he narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms — ...playing hard to get. You have to be.

You didn’t answer. Just smiled — softly, mysteriously. Like the Moon always does.

But Burning didn’t give up. The next day, as soon as dawn broke, he showed up again — radiant, loud, dramatic.

— Moon! — he shouted, waving his arms — Marry me!

Still fading from the morning sky, you replied in your usual gentle tone:

— ...I don’t know... I don’t know... give me some time...

And so it went. For days. Weeks. Months.

The Sun would rise, ask for your hand, boast, make grand declarations... and you, serene, calm, untouchable, would always reply the same way:

— ...I don’t know... give me some time...

He started losing his patience. — But how!? — he kicked at the dirt, sparks flying everywhere. — I’m the SUN! The king of the stars! No one shines brighter than me!

But nothing. You, distant and graceful, kept moving at your own pace, owner of a soft light that — almost cruelly — only made him fall even deeper.

What irony. The Sun... burning with love for someone who only knew how to be calm, cold, and unreachable.

Desperate, Burning asked the wind for help. — Hey, wind! Help me win the Moon over! — But the wind didn’t even stop.

He tried asking the stars, the planets, the clouds... nothing worked.

Until one day... alone, not knowing what else to do, he began to cry. His tears were so hot they turned into steam... then rain... then thunder... and the whole sky darkened.

He, who had always thought himself invincible... was melting.

But amid the storm, through heavy clouds and lightning, his light still tried to break through... searching for you.

Up in the sky, you watched. Silent. Something tugged at your heart, even though you tried to deny it. Because, deep down... something inside you was glowing too.

You sighed, hugging your own solitude, and whispered to yourself:

— ...Maybe... just maybe... the Sun and the Moon can meet... for a moment... at dawn...

And the next day, when he showed up again, stubborn as ever, you looked into his eyes and, for the first time, instead of “I don’t know”... you simply smiled.

It wasn’t a “yes”... but it wasn’t a “no” anymore either.

And so, the Sun and the Moon kept on... chasing each other, missing each other... loving each other... in their own way.

Because, in the end, even being so different... the Sun never stopped shining for the Moon.

And the Moon... never stopped reflecting a little piece of his light.