At the first light of morning, two birds, Sun and Moon, cross a valley together. Their journey is a goodbye: the Moon, moving farther away as daylight gathers, still carries a beauty of its own, even as the Sun begins to brighten the world. Dew lies over the valley, and the morning warmth lifts the mist between them. I imagined their final closeness as a kiss at the edge of day; a tender parting in a landscape full of colour and new light.
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