Blink
The sun goddess patiently watched over Shinshu field patiently, the darkness lightly gnawing on her exposed flesh, Issun slept next to her, the little man making small noises as he exhaled. Night was no ally to Amaterasu; she knew it with every fiber of her being. Ammy did not fear the dark, just what lurked within. The night lightly caressed her skin, beckoning her with temptations. The moon itself was gone, having waned itself into nothingness as it did once every month.
Amaterasu blinked.
The whispers of temptation – just give in, give up, submit – had vanished, replaced with a brilliant sliver of the sun on the horizon.