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He’d always been here, standing and brooding like he’d always done. Beyond the glass floor he stood upon he gazed upon the mortal land, looking serene and at peace under the shelter of his dark robes. Daintily, he placed a pale finger to his chin and smiled wistfully.
“And life starts anew with the dawning of the morn, just as life sleeps in the silence of midnight…”
“You’ve been contemplating much again, Midnight.” A cheery singsong voice behind him laughed. He turned around to meet eyes with an individual who was much like him but ultimately different. Dawn… that was one of the names humans have given over the years. But she preferred Dawn, as much as he liked to be called Midnight. To the men on the land, her body appeared as the great shining ball in the sky, just as he appeared as the pale circle that poets of the past often sang songs and tales about. But to the immortal creatures such as him, she would appear as a beautiful young woman.
“Had you known I would be behind you?” she asked with a slight pout, crossing her long arms over her chest.
“Is it so wrong to brood about life, sweet Dawn?” Midnight queried as he ran a hand through his long waxen hair, clearly ignoring her question. “You have your own way to express your love of life.” Just as Dawn was bubbly and bright, Midnight was the complete opposite. Created as siblings with the same purpose and bound to fulfill it until the end of time. A moment of silence passed between the two companions. Neither one made a move either.
“So… Another goodbye then?” Dawn was the first to speak, sounding bored. Out of habit, Midnight adjusted his dark blue robe before he said, “Till another day then, my beloved Dawn.”
“As to you too, Midnight.” She waved a hand as Midnight, being his usual stoic self, turned away without another word and began to walk towards the opposite direction. The multitude of silver butterflies that dotted his robes fluttered their wings but vigilantly stayed in their places. She’d always found them cute, but sadly they didn’t seem to like to come close to her, always preferring to attach themselves to her brother’s robes.
As soon as he was out of sight, Dawn turned her attention to the land below. She reached out her hands, allowing the streams of golden light to trickle to the earth. Wherever they landed, they stirred the sleeping life. She smiled once again, withdrawing her hands and sitting primly upon the trails of her flowing gown. It would be another day, the cycle of her monotonous task starting once again but Dawn was glad that life below was anything but unchanging and boring. A soft giggle escaped her lips.
Humans are so amusing to watch over.
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