Chimera Fields slow burn

It was most peculiar, Olive thought often, the lovely relationship between the sun and the moon. One was a light-bringer; the other preferred to work her magic in the dark and like ships passing in the night, it was not often that the two met — they, knowingly or unknowingly, worked in tandem and reveled unquestioningly in their divine perfection. How could two things, so diametrically opposed, also be cut from the very same  energetic cloth — and how was that something she never, ever doubted, not even once? It was as absolute as it was uncertain, as exquisite as it was mundane, and through the balance, there was life.  


It was these kinds of things that petered about Olive’s in mind as she moonbathed, laying amongst the winter grasses and letting the glow of the stardust illuminate the world that surrounded her; cushioned her; cradled her.