“Well, this is a fine mess,” Amaterasu said. She perched on the edge of a cloud and stared down at the mortals who were blearily going about their day, dragging their feet.
“They haven’t been sleeping,” Tsukiyomi said. He balanced a silver globe on one palm, spun it idly. “They’re not very good at sleeping when it’s so bright outside.”
Amaterasu tossed her head, and golden rays shimmered on the ground. “I can’t change who I am.”
“Neither can I,” Tsukiyomi said.
“What are we going to do? We can’t go through eternity never seeing each other.”
“Indeed.” Tsukiyomi sighed.
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