“Winter can survive without snow, but snow cannot survive without winter.”
"What would you do if I disappeared?" the sun questioned the moon.
The moon answered. "Perish, for I would wander in the dark forever without your light to lead me. Furthermore, a life without you is not a life at all.” The moon then posed the same question to the Sun: "What if I vanished?"
All the sun could say was, "You already have." Moon…?
“Sun…”
“Yes?”
“Why do you weep?”
“No reason, my love, no reason.” The sun kneeled in front of the moon, tugging at its ankles.
"My love, I'll talk to you tomorrow." The sun promised.
"Tomorrow?" The moon inquired before that last speck of incense landed.
"What would you do if I disappeared?" the sun questioned the moon.
The moon answered. "Perish, for I would wander in the dark forever without your light to lead me. Furthermore, a life without you is not a life at all.” The moon then posed the same question to the Sun: "What if I vanished?"
All the sun could say was, "You already have." Moon…?
“Sun…”
“Yes?”
“Why do you weep?”
“No reason, my love, no reason.” The sun kneeled in front of the moon, tugging at its ankles.
"My love, I'll talk to you tomorrow." The sun promised.
"Tomorrow?" The moon inquired before that last speck of incense landed.
For as long as they could remember, Miya had been a deity. It occurred naturally to them before they even reached the age of twenty-one. They could no longer recall the precise reason as to why or how it occurred. They didn't matter, so it's not like it matters anymore. It has likely been two centuries since the last of their temples collapsed due to extreme conditions. It had been much longer since they’d had a lone worshiper. However, they came across the feeling that they had to wait every day on the steps of their last few remaining shrines. To put it mildly, the feeling was beyond words. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't force themselves to recollect the memories that filled their minds whenever the thought of them occurred. They weighed their chest and felt overpowering melancholy as a result. The only items they had left were words they had inscribed on trees close by and faded drawings on paper slips that visitors used to bring them with their well wishes. All their fingers could manage was to sketch the words "Next time." Their heart grew even heavier as they read them. It was a very peculiar sensation. Next time what..
"You!" A voice bellowed, and there was a resounding sound of something being snapped like a whip.
Miya felt as though their head might burst from the speed at which they had whirled. A slap's warmth and anguish slowly crept up on their cheek. Even though the other goddess was restrained, she attempted to throw herself at Miya while crying. Miya pivoted to face the lesser gods, gesturing for them to release the woman. She launched herself back at Miya almost immediately. With such fervor, she grabbed their hair, bringing the god down to her level. She then tore their exquisite clothes as she continued to slap them with her wrath. The woman met Miya's soulless eyes; her makeup had become runny and black streaks had started to trickle down her face. When their eyes locked, her hold loosened momentarily, almost hesitantly, before tugging at their hair once more.
"ALL OF THIS WAS YOUR FAULT. YOU ARE A PEST. HE'S GONE—ALL CAUSE OF YOU." Her throat ached as she let out a scream. Miya kept staring at her. "YOU ARE FILTHY. HOW CAN WE ALLOW THIS UGLY RAT TO RISE AMONG US?” She went on to argue, saying, "IT SHOULD'VE BEEN YOU."
Miya was over it. "Don't touch me."
The halls echoed with the loud sound of their speech. Still, the woman's hold tightened. At last, they took hold of her wrist. The next terrifying noises pursued. She sagged to the floor, staring at the lifeless hand that hung from her wrist. Without delay, the other gods hastened to help her. Their expressions toward Miya were ones of fear, rage, and—above all—disgust.
In the ensuing days, Miya refrained from attending the hall meetings. In any case, they weren't welcomed. Although the goddess they had hurt was not as powerful as Miya and Sanho, she was still a formidable foe. Together, she and the other gods, denounced the god and all of their devotees while keeping in mind Miya's affection for the departed god and the current affairs. Soon, their temples and shrines began to receive fewer and fewer blessings and desires. Until nobody was even willing to give them a second look anymore. After the death of their beloved, their rule came to an end.
The sun proposed to the Moon.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" declared the moon. "Please give me some time.” it begged, knowing the sun's undiluted glee would destroy everything if the moon answered yes. Blazing brightly for the moon, without concern for its own or anybody else's safety, so that it may shine first. However, the sun would freeze over and become frigid if the moon said no. The moon can only request more time that they do not have to maintain equilibrium. Every time the sun ecplises it asks, "Now?" and the moon answers "Not yet." With that, they gradually move apart until they meet again.
"You!" A voice bellowed, and there was a resounding sound of something being snapped like a whip.
Miya felt as though their head might burst from the speed at which they had whirled. A slap's warmth and anguish slowly crept up on their cheek. Even though the other goddess was restrained, she attempted to throw herself at Miya while crying. Miya pivoted to face the lesser gods, gesturing for them to release the woman. She launched herself back at Miya almost immediately. With such fervor, she grabbed their hair, bringing the god down to her level. She then tore their exquisite clothes as she continued to slap them with her wrath. The woman met Miya's soulless eyes; her makeup had become runny and black streaks had started to trickle down her face. When their eyes locked, her hold loosened momentarily, almost hesitantly, before tugging at their hair once more.
"ALL OF THIS WAS YOUR FAULT. YOU ARE A PEST. HE'S GONE—ALL CAUSE OF YOU." Her throat ached as she let out a scream. Miya kept staring at her. "YOU ARE FILTHY. HOW CAN WE ALLOW THIS UGLY RAT TO RISE AMONG US?” She went on to argue, saying, "IT SHOULD'VE BEEN YOU."
Miya was over it. "Don't touch me."
The halls echoed with the loud sound of their speech. Still, the woman's hold tightened. At last, they took hold of her wrist. The next terrifying noises pursued. She sagged to the floor, staring at the lifeless hand that hung from her wrist. Without delay, the other gods hastened to help her. Their expressions toward Miya were ones of fear, rage, and—above all—disgust.
In the ensuing days, Miya refrained from attending the hall meetings. In any case, they weren't welcomed. Although the goddess they had hurt was not as powerful as Miya and Sanho, she was still a formidable foe. Together, she and the other gods, denounced the god and all of their devotees while keeping in mind Miya's affection for the departed god and the current affairs. Soon, their temples and shrines began to receive fewer and fewer blessings and desires. Until nobody was even willing to give them a second look anymore. After the death of their beloved, their rule came to an end.
The sun proposed to the Moon.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" declared the moon. "Please give me some time.” it begged, knowing the sun's undiluted glee would destroy everything if the moon answered yes. Blazing brightly for the moon, without concern for its own or anybody else's safety, so that it may shine first. However, the sun would freeze over and become frigid if the moon said no. The moon can only request more time that they do not have to maintain equilibrium. Every time the sun ecplises it asks, "Now?" and the moon answers "Not yet." With that, they gradually move apart until they meet again.
The eternal cycle of destruction and rebirth. Infinity.
Infinity is endless but can have a beginning but eternity pertains to time itself. No beginning or end.
Infinity is endless but can have a beginning but eternity pertains to time itself. No beginning or end.
