Augustus was on his way home beneath the scorching sun when he heard a group of people arguing — loud, hostile, nearly violent.
He already knew what it was about.
Supporters of Julius and supporters of Marcus, locked in yet another pointless clash.
Augustus sighed. He was no ordinary man — he could see what others couldn’t.
He knew Julius and Marcus would never argue like this themselves.
But their followers? They fought as if their gods demanded blood.
Curious, Augustus walked over to hear what the chaos was about.
Cassius: “That pale light in the dark sky — that’s the real sun. Look at those tiny sparkles around it!”
Felix: “Have you lost your mind? Marcus said this—the bright yellow one—is the sun. The other is the moon.”
Cassius: “Ha! Don’t make me laugh. Julius proved the sun is milky white, with dark patches across it. Maybe you should shut your mouth if you don't know anything.”
Lucia: “What are you even saying, Cassius? According to science, the one shining above us right now is the sun. The one you’re talking about is the moon.”
Cassius: “Whose science? Marcus’ science? Julius has his own research too. He said the moon emits light, and the sun just reflects it. So who’s lying now?”
Lucia: “A part of what you said is technically right… but you swapped the names.”
Cassius: “I didn’t swap anything. Marcus did.”
Felix: “Marcus is right. Your Julius is full of lies.”
The argument kept spiraling — logic against loyalty, facts against faith.
Augustus stood still, watching them like a ghost among the living.
Not one of them wanted to understand.
They just wanted to win.
He turned and walked away.
That night, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, haunted by what he had seen. He was not even sure too - which one's the sun and which one's the moon.
The sun still burned outside.
But no one could agree on what it was anymore.