Excuse me, for I interfere.

Narrators aren't met with glee.

But while and if you are still here,

There are some things that you must see.

A castle; one of old designs.

Two royal sisters: Sun and Moon.

One destiny that's set aside

Because of fear of coming doom.

One punishment; way too severe

To bear. But that is not the case.

One thousand years, away from here.

The Moon, concealed in outer space.

But now the banishment is gone.

Two sisters, side by side, again.

...Some damage just can't be undone.

Or can it?.. So, another day

Has met its end. The Moon is high.

The royal chamber. Curtains closed.

Two sisters talk throughout the night.

Some truths await to be disclosed...

I'm sorry! Yes, you said that once.

Or maybe twice? Now let me think...

You've said it many, many times

And still- We're standing on a brink.

A brink? Of what? Of falling out.

Are we a couple? Please don't mock.

We're sisters. Oh, you said that loud!

As if I'm talking to a rock...

Oh, rocks. That I can understand.

A thousand years of rocks and dust.

I'm sorry, sister... Yes, I know.

Sand. Dust. Rocks. Craters. Dirt and rust.

Rust of my soul - and of my mind.

I'm sorry, Luna! Oh, that's new.

Please, sister, would you be so kind

As to just leave me. It's curfew.

There aren't any - any more.

Oh, you don't need them? Nor I did.

Not after banishing me or-

Stop, Luna. Your words hurt. Indeed.

What did you want from me? You see-

No, don't speak further. Not a word.

I'm back. I'm vigorous and free.

Free. Still, forsaken in your world.

What do you mean? I let us rule

Together, as was meant to be!

Why does it look like waving wool

To put on eyes of you and me?

That's your opinion. That's true.

You're blind of rage! I am tranquil.

Luna, just let me get to you

And heal your soul. It can't be healed.

Please, sister! Time to raise the Sun.

I will not leave. Then night will last

Forever. Look, what's done is done.

Don't cherish remnants of the past.

Eternal sigh. Eternal look

Of pain, and sorrow, and despair.

Attempts misused - the thieves that rook

One's soul. The soul beyond repair.