intro
They associate everything dark with Night, thinking as dusk falls and stars climb into the sky criminals must be crawling into the streets; they become unstoppable while the sun rests his eyes. Always death by moonlight; in metaphors shadows are always lurking yet invisible, consuming the cities, all while sadness is thought of as blue and black like bruises on knees. This is etched throughout human history, anything resembling darkness is told as horrid or ugly, whether it be eyes or skin, devils or music, or times when stormclouds block out the only redeeming qualities of nighttime. Since technology has given such opportunities, eliminating anything witholding light has become the subconscious top-priority for human kind. Fair enough, I can say. Nothing good comes from stubbing your toe when there was no light, from black spiders, or from criminals who decide I am their ally. I can understand why you may prefer Day over me, but darkness is not always something to fear. Think of all the lives that had been saved from hiding in my shadows from something truly evil, think of all the irreplaceable dark-skinned children from throughout your world, or of the sky you love so much but could not have without the sun setting onto somewhere else.

part 1
When I met Day in person for the first time it was at sunset. After half an eternity of indirectly working with one another to ensure function across our universe, it seemed strange how one could be so familiar yet foreign with someone else. He somehow felt like a long lost best friend and a complete stranger all at once. He stood, seemingly glowing, the essence surrounding him composed of everything bright and good in the world. This was the first time I had ever known that light and dark could work wonderfully together, as he bore radiant ebony skin with delightful golden undertones. The orange skies shone through lone pieces of his black, curly hair.
After a silent few moments where we stood taking in each others presences, the first thing I said was, “You are more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.”
He grinned, his smile as bright as, well, the sun.
I stood self-conscious after those initial few moments; as Night, I’d never pictured myself or anything I was deemed responsible for as something memorable. Meeting Day, especially during his sunset; one of the most remarkable and adored points during throughout the daytime right before my moon comes and takes it all away, left me feeling flustered.
He took a step towards me as he took my left hand with his right. We stood as his sun sunk lower and lower behind us into the civilization that surrounded us on all fronts. He said, speaking every word like pure poetry, “I’m sorry we never got a chance to meet sooner”. His voice was low yet soft at the same time, and innocent like he’d never had a bad day in his life, which I knew was untrue for I had seen the storms.
I mentioned how we hadn’t intentionally met, only that I’d ran into him while rising my moon the same he was setting his sun.
He’d laughed, which was when I fully realized that there could not possibly be one non beautiful part of his being.

Later into my night, my stars shone brighter than they ever had before. Me and Day laid underneath the sky on a clifftop, this was one particular spot where everything that was mine presented the best. He was absolutely blown away by it all, although I never saw the elegance he did and I was sure he’d seen my nighttime sky before.
We laid, shoulders touching; he spoke and I listened to every word. We’d only met hours before but someone every moment felt like a reunion; I thought of human soulmates, and of how I’d never felt alone before, but somehow now I felt complete. He said to me, “While many across our universe may have this aversion to you and associate your darkness with Death, both of us know that you are nothing like her. What human kind and many others fail to, and what you must realize, is that both of us bring life. You bring protection and places to go along with homes for all the nocturnal creatures. You bring a far more interesting sky than I do. You bring beauty as I do, and even more so. I, for one, hope the sun never rises again.”