Taeyang had always admired Dal. She was heavenly, graceful and soft in heart and soul, everything he was not. He was brash, rough and his soul burned with fire. Hers flowed with the sacred water that she pushed and pulled. The light that she exhumed was fair and like silk, velvet and calming, like the night that she reigned over. The time that she hailed over was sweet and soothing, like a gentle melody strung together by the gods themselves. He had never meant to hurt her. But he had. The love they had shared was harmonic and slow, like the best kind of music. High and low, loud and quiet, breezy and fast, all at the same time. But he had ruined it all.

“You’ll always be stuck in my shadow. You’re nothing more than a dull comparison.”

So, like any self-respecting person would, Dal had left with her rabbit companion, Tokki. She had always adored that snow-white hare, letting it sit with her and make medicines and share ideas of the universe still beginning to form. He had followed her, like any desperate fool would. He chased her around the world each day, but only once in decades could he even attempt to apologize, in which he embraced her, then ended up ruining his chance again. It would continue like this for the rest of time, but a wonderful dance it would be.