Notes
"If you are the light," she spoke, her words fluttering in the breeze like monarch wings, "then I shall be the dark."
"You light the path and bring warmth onto those who are drawn like moths, and I will cloak you in twilight when you can stand shining no longer."
But I was no radiant beam: my glow came from those who sought me. And she was no night sky. She was darkness, who could only consume.
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