Dedication: For Alex, just... because. Yeah.

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Moonlight streams through the window, splashing furniture, walls, every crevice with silver. Civilizations for millenia have venerated the moon for its sheer power.

Sheer power? What power does it have?

If I am the moon, you are the sun - the provider and sustainer of life, the essence of purity and love.

It feels as if I've forever known you, aibou. You liberated me from my hell, and yet are too king to be dubbed a savior.

If one should be pharaoh, it is you. Ones think you're weak, but nothing could be further from the truth. You are selfless, compassionate and merciful - the essential traits of a genuine ruler.

Moonlight reaches for you but is unsuccessful, for you cannot be touched by a reflection. And like the reflection, I cannot reach for your hand, or hold you. I am damned. A damned thing is eternally

seperated from one with all that is good - you.

Indeed, aibou, I am your reflection.