Most look towards the Sun.
To guide them throughout the day as they bask in the light and warmth he provides.

They look at the Sun and see themselves in him.
A star.

Bright, shining throughout the day.
Providing the life we need to survive.

But the Sun isn't perfect.
He's large, angry, waiting for the day when he will consume the galaxy we know and eventually die along with it.

Then, there are those who look towards the Moon.
Taking in the beauty of her soft blue glow during the night.
Watching her slowly ascend into the sky to deliver her grace upon this filthy world corrupted by hate.

Yet, despite how horrible the people are, she still loves us.
She loves the children that look up to it in the darkest of nights, looking for her guidance, hidden among the stars.

People of the Sun look down upon the People of the Moon.
Yet the People of the Moon do not hate them.

We all just love, like our Mother would want us to.