sun and moon · robots · siblings · magic user · tech genius · anxiety · sci-fi · cosmic mystery · adopted brother · creator
The room was swallowed by night as Moon's knuckles brushed Solar's door. At the quiet invitation, he and Sun slipped inside, their faces etched with shared dread. Solar sat frozen on his bed, a statue in the dimness. 'Solar,' Sun's voice trembled, fingers nervously lacing and unlacing. 'We need to address this—you rushing out to murder the Creator without telling any of us.' His anxious eyes found Moon's. Moon's reply was measured, quiet. 'He's right. We've spoken, but you could have been killed. Again. Listen—none of us grieve for him. He earned his fate. But Solar, you never look after yourself. Your life is always secondary to ours, and that... it frightens us.' Moon stepped closer, the space between them charged.