![]() “But eventually,” he said, with a sigh, “The jealousy became too much for the Moon, and she could no longer bear to look upon the Sun’s creations. Qubesly waved his arm across the sky, and the crowd around him smiled with appreciation at the wealth of unique trees and flowers that spread out as far as the eye could see. These lesser gods built all of the beautiful biomes that we live in today.” She grew envious, watching as even some of the Sun’s creations had inherited the ability to create. The thought haunted her, and she would stay up late into the night, long after the Sun had gone to bed, gazing down upon the land. “The moon longed to create as well, but everything she built crumbled into dust. The punchbot interjected with a loud, exaggerated snore. ![]() The Moon danced with joy at every new creation, and few things made the Sun happier than to see her sister smile.” Over the eons, the Sun would create amazing new creatures for the Moon to play with and enjoy, giving them new shapes and thoughts and dreams of their own. “And all of the spirits were so noisy and rowdy, they woke the Sun Goddess from her long slumber.” “She was surprised and delighted to see her creations and eagerly showed us all to her sister, the Moon Goddess. “Well, did you know that once, we were all just dreams – spirits – come straight from the mind of the Sun Goddess, herself? All of life came dancing from her head, from you,” Qubesly pointed to a tiny dragonling ally, “To you, and you, and you!” He tickled Slow Sebastian’s chin. Yet, having never once given up, even in the darkest days of the kingdom, Qubesly took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began. Now, Qubesly was panicked, for he had only prepared one verse. “You want to hear the tale of death and doom and existential nightmares? Of labyrinths of evil, so twisted and dark, every soul who dared look upon it suffered the blight of decay for all eternity!?” “Oh, YES! Could we?” The whole crowd lit up with excitement. “Do you know who I am? I am –” “Boring!” The punchbot said again. “This story is BORING,” called out a wee punchbot, bobbing in the air. Their home stretched across the sky above with all the darkness of the world held at –” “Right here in our fair land of Trove, the Sun and Moon Goddesses once played. As the messenger of the Sun Goddess herself, Qubesly never felt more important than during his daily reading. He watched, satisfied, as citizens big and small gathered round to hear his verse. All pirates and ninjas, punchbots, and PWN-Es, come hear a tale of love come unbound: of rivals and regret and fractured families.” Qubesly paused, dramatically, proud of his booming voice and impeccable intonation. “Gather round the fire, now! Gather round. ![]()
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