A Book

The sun.

That sphere of power, born from the powders and airs primordially constructed by the death of the last fold, extricated from the need to become complex and suffused with the unfiltered yearning of nuclear fusion.

The day words parted from paper, I was there to witness the sun turn into its many forms.
Metaphors contradicted, Myths meshing arbitrarily, legends of deities turned mere facsimiles as they, too, faltered against the unfiltered flow of the common consciousness.

It frightened many, it enslaved others, as it dispensed brutal judgment with its newfound sentience and its ceaseless emanations of solar potency.

I constructed much before the decision was taken, the maids took form, I split myself further still, and the city grew in its expanse and its power, suited to fight all but the narrative forces cohesively put through in common consciousness, but as we spread further across the wastes of absence, the sun began to halt our progress.

Flowers wilted, workers tired, and wills were spent trying ceaselessly to combat that oppressive power.

So, with my own two hands, I rent the flesh of the sun as it was, shattered by the Forge of Andreian machinations, the intercalate palpitating within was brought to the .

None were as bold as me, in the matter of killing the sun and the children it sired as it split.

I bathed in its light, its cold, chilly, incomplete light, and I became a little more like the sun; enough to fuel our operations, enough to advance our goals further.

The world is dark now. Because of this, the children in this world will never know daylight.

We have procured a monopoly over the hours of the day.

- “Thank you, Oberon.”

The moon interrupted, smiling at me with its sardonic disgust; I was bleeding after all, and in her mind, those suppurating, gleaming wounds probably resembled the wounds of the sun.

- “You look disgusting now, you know that?

I remained silent, taking in the depths of the new blood, feeling light coursing through flesh, steadily turning organs into webbed chambers of marbled glass. My entrails changed like a bag, twisting and stretching to contain the thing being forced within.

- “Well, I’m glad you did what you did, The sun and the moon… many took us for lovers, some for siblings, or family, father and son, cousins of the earth and the sky, so much horrid myth, and as you know, all those contradictions centered around us… they turned to reality, and even worse, with those regrettable advents of science. Your kind treated me like a reflection of the sun! A disgusting, incestuous dependency, wherein I relied upon him for light.”

I stood reflexively, gazing impassively at her devious grin, as she turned to face the corpse of the once-sun, relishing upon the fact.

- “Thanks to you, though, I’ve stolen light of my own~”

The moon turned to face me again, and lifted her hands, spattered with stains of light, the same light I had been subsumed by, and that same light now rested achingly atop the wick of a candle, restlessly causing the unmelting wax to bubble and stir with anger.

- “The night is now, to the very end of my chartered course, mine and mine alone!”

That night, the sun had died, and as the corpse of its form left the horizon, and the moon began her erratic descent to dominate the cloudless sky, She left a signature on my pinky.

Now, we have procured a monopoly over the hours of day.and night. And the moon is free to wander and bring her sorcery wherever she sees fit, everywhere but here.