a bed time story for my baby :
In an old kingdom where the sky touched the earth, there lived two beings who were never meant to meet.
She was called Hikari, the girl who carried the moon in her eyes. She was quiet, gentle, and wandered at night when the world finally stopped pretending. Wherever she walked, silence turned soft.
He was called Akira , the boy who carried the sun in his hands. He was warmth itself—bright smiles, loud laughter, and a light that made even the coldest hearts look up.
The prophecy said: the sun and moon will never share the same sky.
But fate has a way of forgetting its own rules.
They met once—at the edge of dawn.
When night was still holding on… and morning had just begun.
Hikari stood in fading darkness, and Akira stood in rising light. For a moment, neither of them moved. It felt like the world had paused just to watch.
“You’re too bright,” she whispered, covering her eyes.
“You’re too quiet,” he said, stepping closer.
And yet… neither stepped away.
Day by day, they began to meet in that thin space between light and dark. A place that didn’t belong to either of them.
She taught him how to listen to silence.
He taught her how to not fear brightness.
And for the first time, the sky didn’t feel like a boundary.
But the world noticed.
The sun was not meant to stay. The moon was not meant to follow.
So they were separated—not by anger, but by destiny.
Still, before they were pulled apart, Akira reached for her hand and said:
“If I cannot stay with you, I will become every sunrise that finds you.”
And Hikari answered softly:
“Then I will become every night that waits for you.”
Now, they still meet—every day.
Not as lovers who stay…
but as lovers who remember.
And somewhere between sunrise and night, the sky still holds the echo of two humans who broke a rule just by loving each other.
-with love
nyx
