"My favourite love story is how the Sun loved the Moon so much, he died every night to let her breathe… The Sun was a god of sorts. His light was so powerful it actually brought herbs to life and grew goods from the ground. Everyone, every day, came out to worship him. The Moon was seen as darkness. One that brought a cold presence to the world. Everyone hid in their homes when she rose. The Moon craved to be seen. She wanted a breath of fresh air up in the midnight sky. She wanted to be loved. Yet everyone admired the Sun. They sensed the warmth of his glow. They felt alive in his daylight. But the Sun had a secret that..." (To be continued in Shiny Moon Lamp 2)