night's eternal sorrow does not ensnare stars but entrances beings who desperately desire to taste the lips of mortal liars who pray to their gods for a night eternal
golden sun and cool moon brush by a tiny fish in the ocean they leave messages for each other like post-its on a fridge of a house torn by responsibility
the moon knows no rest, the sun knows no faith. and the fish, courier of myth, tells stories of a fleeing sun, and an unshakable moon. two who always miss each other’s hold.