The moon sat one day, aggrieved, looked to the sun, his old companion’s day almost done.
‘I envy you, the bringer of warmth and happiness. I am but the cold light that occasionally punctuates the darkness. It is why you have been worshipped over millennia.’
The sun glanced back to his eternal friend with a smile, ‘do not concern yourself with mere perceptions, thinking you are not revered. They are the children of both you and I. And yours is the most tender task of all. For it is you that watches over them while they sleep…’
The moon took heart