the sun the moon and the stars short story

Thus, in the Moon’s mesmerizing glow, the earth below sees a faint reflection of a brighter light – a reminder that the light is not far away, and will return in the morning to scatter the darkness. Her light is not from within instead, she willingly offers herself as a mirror of the Sun’s brilliance. Yet, the true source of the Moon’s beauty is that she does not shine for herself. Pure, bright, and clear, accentuated with sprinkled stardust, her beams are a beacon of hope in an otherwise pitch-black night. While the Sun shines, the Moon is invisible, for her place lies not with the day, but with the night. The other, the lesser of the great lights, was the Moon. The flowers know him well at dawn they offer their fragile petals to him with more trust than ever one human has displayed in another. He warms the body and the soul, infuses the world with sight and color, and extends his rays to even the smallest, weakest sprouts, causing them to spring up and flourish. In thousands of years, the Sun has not faded, disappeared, or missed an appearance at sunrise.

He is too powerful to view with the naked eye and too fierce to approach, yet he is one of humankind’s most faithful, enduring friends. He needed no higher power to induce his light – it came from deep within as pure white and emerged as radiant gold, fiery crimson, and flaming orange. Brilliant and blazing, the Sun gleamed with power and strength. The greatest of these lights was the Sun. Two great lights appeared to overcome the darkness and fill the void. Once upon a time, the earth was dark – an empty, invisible sea.

Are they best buds or rivals? ( TacoTime_Lettuce) Mini-prompt: A short story about the relationship between the sun and the moon.

The sun the moon and the stars short story