Soluna swooped across the wide sky and caught the sun before it could set. Below, village windows began to glow.
The moon bumped the sun with a bright POP! Soluna dropped the sun into a pink cloud. “Wait!”
Soluna pushed the sun toward morning and nudged the moon toward night. The sun rolled back with a golden wobble; the moon rolled forward with a silvery wobble.
Soluna stamped on a cloud. Bright, dim, bright! The whole sky flickered while the village waited below.
Soluna lifted one wing. “Sun first. Moon next.” The sun shone over the village as birds chirped.
The moon peeked up as evening crickets began to sing. Soluna smiled—until the sun refused to move.
Soluna pulled and pulled, but the sun shone hotter. The moon hid behind a cloud while warm bread cooled below.
Sleepy children rubbed their eyes, and the village waited. Soluna clapped a steady beat: “Turn, turn, turn!”
At last, Soluna guided the sun down and the moon up, side by side. Gold changed to purple, then deep blue.
The moon twinkled. The sun gave one last warm ray. Soluna settled above the quiet village as day and night took turns again and again.