The Sun and Moon
I find an oasis so easily it's like fate led me here. This is fortunate because I could've easily gotten lost running through the jungle blindly. It's not like I planned on making a dramatic exit from my palace, but when I saw him... I despise that my heart races at the memory. In the dim night, a golden glow emits from my copper skin in the form of stylized suns. They're tattoo-like markings I've had since birth, a visual embodiment of my heritage. They're the embodiment of why we can never be.