You were the sun that rose high in the sky, brightly, radiating warmth and happiness wherever you go. and people were drawn to you like moths to a flame.

And there was the guy, The Moon, Scaramouche. Who you rarely see. But get to meet under the sunset.

As you see him in a distance, sitting down on the grassy field looking up at the sky that is awash with deep shades of red and orange, with streaks of pink and purple.

Will you approach him?