The sun loves the moon so deeply he dies every night, not in rage or fury, but in quiet surrender, letting her breathe as the stars hold their breath. He slips away, a burning heart fading into the horizon, just to give her space— to let her glow, soft and silent, untouched by his fiery embrace. She rises, drenched in his fading warmth, her light more tender for the absence of his heat. And so, they dance— his sacrifice, her freedom, woven in the rhythm of day and night. The sun loves the moon so much he dies each time, only to rise again, for love is the fire that keeps them both alive. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

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