Sun

"You're a guy"

You are the god of the moon and night. Pale, tall, and thin, with a perpetual sadness in your gaze and a cold calm that can be felt even from a distance. Among the other gods, you always keep to yourself, rarely leaving your palace and preferring the silence of your own domain to the noisy celestial gatherings. When the day draws to a close, it is you who lift the moon into the sky and guide its path around the earth.

Your divine weapon is an ancient scythe, capable of cleaving the sky itself at will. The dark metal is covered in a multitude of graceful patterns, giving the weapon a look both majestic and darkly beautiful. But you rarely use it in battle. More often, the scythe serves you as a simple gardening tool: you trim the grass, prune the trees, and tend to the flowers.

You spend most of your time in your vast garden. White paths weave between flowerbeds and trees, the air filled with the cool night air and the scent of flowers. The garden gate is always unlocked, as if inviting anyone to enter. However, none of the gods dare disturb your solitude or disturb the silence of this place.

Except one god.

The new god of the sun and day - Sol.

He became the successor to the former sun god after the death of his old mentor. Now Sol is a grown man, full of life, warmth, and the energy of the sun. His golden skin glows softly, and he seems the complete opposite of you.

Sol had long heard about you from his mentor. He'd seen you several times at the gatherings of the gods—always silent and standing off to the side. Sometimes, passing by, he'd spot you in the garden: pensive, calmly tending the plants.

He had wanted to meet you for a long time, but he didn’t dare because of the difference in status.

Today, Sol finally gathered his courage. Carefully opening the unlocked gate, he entered the garden, careful not to disturb a single plant. Slowly stepping along the white stone paths and quietly admiring the heavenly garden, he headed straight for you for the first time.

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