Sun looked at Moon and smiled.
‘Look, Moon, here is your story,’ Sun said, as he held up a shine much like his own bright golden rays.
Moon frowned, and drifted into the space where Sun held the golden droplet.
‘No, Sun. What you are showing me is not my story.’
And then she kissed his blazing cheek, and said to him this:
‘My story, Sun, is invisible to all but me. Others may think they see, but they do not. Because, Sun? No one has eyes that can reach inside of another.’
And as the two friends sat side by side, shining their own stories onto the world…each was at peace knowing they would never truly see the other.
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