The Lunar Tryst

In the stillness of a moonless night—when no tide stirred and the heavens withheld their glow—two gods met in secret.

Selaveth, goddess of passion, midnight, and the moon, walked alone beneath the darkened sky, her heart swollen with longing. The silence of the world weighed upon her, for her moon, once radiant, had dimmed under the decree of Aurenos, who feared the chaos of unchecked love. Forbidden from pursuing her heart’s desire, she wandered the sea’s edge, cloaked in sorrow.

There, where sky meets surf, rose Thalor, god of the sea, tides, and stormsong. Ancient and deep as the oceans themselves, he had long watched Selaveth with quiet awe. On that night, he emerged in stillness, the sea as calm as glass, reflecting the stars that had not yet been born.

Their eyes met. No words were spoken. None were needed.

And so, beneath the shroud of that moonless night, goddess and god came together—one of passion, the other of depth—joined not by decree or divine design, but by desire unbound. In that union, they defied the First Thought, Aurenos, who had forbade such a pairing, fearing what might arise from it.

From their love was born a child not upon earth, nor sea, nor sky—but within the dreaming minds of all mortal things. Naelir, god of daydreams, stars, and desire, came into being in a shared dream that rippled through sleeping hearts. When he opened his eyes, the stars awakened, scattered like fireflies across the heavens.

It is said that the moon’s glow returned that very night, weeping silver light upon the sea in both joy and sorrow. Selaveth vanished from the shore, retreating into the moon’s embrace. Thalor returned to his storms, his voice lingering in crashing waves. And Naelir, their child, dreams still—his thoughts drifting through the stars, whispering to all who dare to love beyond the boundaries set for them.