Sun and Moon are as old as the Earth itself. They have seen the beginning of life and they will live to see the end of it. Endless changes will occur, and countless lifetimes will pass them by, but one thing will remain constant: they will always have the sunrise and they will always have the sunset. Those minutes every day let them bask in the beauty of the mortal world covered in a blanket woven with golden rays and silver beams. Each day Sun and Moon work together to bring the days and nights to the Earth. Each day they see each other and are awed by what they can do together. And each day they lament that they cannot be together or feel one another’s embrace.

Eons have passed with the Moon watching the Sun, counting down the minutes until her warm glow fills the sky and shimmers on the oceans below.  Moon has seen the creations of the most astounding pieces of artwork, literature, and music, the kinds that sit in your mind long after you have finished looking at them or reading them or hearing them and actually make you feel something. But in her eyes, nothing, no painting, statue, poem, or song, will ever come half as close to Sun’s transcendent beauty. Her heart aches to be able to be with Sun, to be able to talk to her and touch her.  One night, in a moment of deep desolation, Moon decided that she would go to Sun no matter what it took.

With the daytime swiftly on its way, Moon had to find a way to get a message to Sun. She called upon one of her most loyal servants, the ocean. With haste, Moon told her plan to the glassy waves below and asked them to relay her message to Sun.  They undulated in response as if nodding an acceptance of their task. Moon could see the pale rays of Sun’s beauty cresting over the Earth’s edge signaling another sunrise’s start. The sky they shared became like an artist’s palette, tinged with warm pinks and oranges and reds. Sun brought life to the world and Moon’s heart swelled with every passing moment. The waves glinted and blinked in conversation with Sun, telling her the plan that would hopefully soon come to fruition.

Moon waited anxiously for sunset. She hoped with every ounce of her being that Sun would follow along with the instructions the waves told her.  The daytime, which to Moon is but a blink in her existence, passed by as slow as ever with each minute stretching across what felt like an eternity. Finally, Sun could be seen slipping past the Earth again. Moon reached within herself and felt for the magic that lay within. It was the oldest thing to exist, older than time itself. It was what created everything that came to be. With every ounce of want and desperation and love that she held, Moon willed herself into a new form.

The universe around her went dark as if everything ceased to exist and then Moon was consumed by a ravaging twister of shadows and wind.  Pressure built up around her, forcing her to become just a fraction of the size she once was.  She felt herself being stretched and molded into another being. The wind and shadows around her slowly faded to a faint whisper and Moon was left curling in on herself, eyes squeezed shut, laying on a hard surface. She stayed that way briefly, breathing in the cool, sharp air and filling her newly formed lungs.  With a groan, she unfurled herself, arms and legs ached with a pain she had never felt before. I did it, she thought, it worked.

On shaky legs, Moon stood up and began to walk around. Her new body felt completely foreign yet oddly familiar all at once. Magnificent trees so tall she had to crane her neck to see the tops surrounded Moon. The only light illuminating her surroundings was that which came from her skin.  She cast a silvery glow that coated the woods around her in a soft luster.  As she wandered, slowly but surely getting used to walking on her own two legs, she came across a small pond. Peering down she could see herself completely now. The face staring back at her was not one she knew. She had angular features like she had been roughly carved from stone; a harsh beauty, but beauty nonetheless.  Her hair was as dark as the night sky itself and flowed down her back, resting on top of a cloak that was woven with silver threads that glinted as they caught her glow.