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A small workshop between day and night, home to celestial creations, stories, and memories. Here you'll find information about us, projects, and works inspired by the sun and the moon.

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✦ Established on May 25, 2026
✦ Creative Workshop of Multimedia Creations
✦ Carrd designed by Kira
✦ Fantasy Theme
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The Origin

Long ago, the sun is said to have loved the world beyond reason.For ages beyond counting, Kira watched from the heavens. She was the Sun Goddess; guardian of harvests, keeper of warmth, the light people prayed to at dawn and cursed at noon. Her radiance fed kingdoms, drove back monsters, and marked the passage of life itself. Mortals revered her, yet they never truly knew her, and she never truly knew them.That distance began to weigh on her.She saw villages rebuilt after disaster and wondered which hands bled in the rubble. She heard prayers for protection and wondered what fear sounded like without divine echo. Slowly, an unbearable thought took root in her heart: she protected mortals in name, but not in understanding.

So Kira did something no sun deity had ever dared.She sealed the vast majority of her divinity within the sun itself and descended into the world as a mortal girl, carrying only a faint echo of her light. She named herself simply Kira—not as a title, but as a choice—and was born in a small village near the border of a wary kingdom.For the first time, the sun learned hunger. She learned fatigue, laughter that did not praise her, kindness that came without prayer. She healed with her hands rather than miracles and listened to grief she could not possibly erase. And she loved the people she lived among—not as subjects, but as neighbors.And in the quiet between tides and twilight, the moon noticed a change; the sun no longer shone with the distant brilliance of a goddess, but with warmth of something mortal.

Kaede, god of the waning moon and keeper of quiet balance, felt the heavens shift the moment Kira touched the earth. It was not weakness he sensed, but humility. They met at twilight, where sun and moon briefly shared the sky, and for the first time in eternity, Kira was not worshipped. Kaede did not kneel. He listened.They spoke often after that. In silence. In shared understanding. Where Kira carried the weight of daylight, Kaede carried the gentleness of night. Slowly—inevitably—they fell in love, not as opposing gods, but as beings who finally felt seen.But mortals saw only fear.The warmth around Kira healed too easily. Crops grew too well. Scholars from the nearby kingdom detected divine residue unclaimed by temple or crown. Clerics argued doctrine. Nobles whispered of rebellion born not of armies, but of faith.A conclusion was drawn that required no mercy.

A power that could not be controlled must be destroyed.They named Kira a witch.She was bound in the village square, accused of false light and heresy, condemned under the same sun that once obeyed her. Kira knew that if she revealed her true nature, the resulting divine reckoning would annihilate the people she loved. So she remained silent.The sun goddess chose to die as a mortal.The fire took her slowly. For the first time in existence, Kira felt pain. Fear. Regret.And Kaede watched.He didn’t move—couldn’t. The shock hollowed him, anger rising too fast, too sharp, until it stole any chance to act. He could only stand there, the moment searing itself into him forever.

As her life faded, something in the night shattered. The moon darkened. Dawn did not come. Kaede descended in grief so vast it drowned reason itself. Silver light tore through stone and crown alike. Soldiers, priests, kings—none were spared as his sorrow curdled into wrath.Yet as his destruction grew, Kaede felt something else awaken within him.A hunger.A terrible, intoxicating pull toward violence itself.His left arm burned as lunar power twisted into corruption, turning a deep, unnatural violet. Each strike grew less deliberate. Less just. And in a moment of horrific clarity, Kaede understood that if he continued, he would become a monster Kira would never recognize—even in death.So he stopped.

Surrounded by ruin and silence, Kaede chose restraint over annihilation. He bound the corrupted power into his own arm and fractured his divinity, casting himself into cycles of wandering and rebirth so that his rage would never again threaten the world unchecked. His punishment was not imposed by gods.It was chosen.Kira rose again—not as the sun she once was, and not as the mortal she had become, but as something changed forever. She remembered the fire. She remembered fear. She remembered love—and the cost of it.Her light has been gentler ever since.

She no longer walks openly among mortals, but she watches them more closely than ever. At night, when the moon rises, she senses fragments of Kaede moving through the world—sometimes as a man with a shadowed arm faintly glowing violet, sometimes as a presence that feels like grief held back by will alone.They no longer stand beneath the same sky.But the sun still warms him when he does not know why. And the moon still rises for her, even when she looks away.Thus the old scholars say:The sun learned what it means to bleed.
The moon learned what it means to stop.
And the world continues—
lit by sorrow, steadied by choice.

Shingetsu Kaede

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"I used to soothe dreams. Now I decide which ones never wake."
^{- Kaede, the moon deity}

"It's alright to move slowly. Even the sun takes time to rise."
^{- Kira, the sun goddess}

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