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Paradoxical Sun and Moon
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

In the end life itself was a paradox, he mused. If it had not been so then why had things turned out in such a way. The very notion of an all-powerful god in such a world was perhaps the biggest paradox of all, especially when such a god existed and governed over the lives of others with a soul of ice and a heart of steel. The god was the devil to him, hatred the only emotion left for that bitter child.

It was because of the god that they were as they were, because of a god, a trickster and a long-ago feast. He supposed at times that it truly was his own fault that he was trapped in this form; he was far more of a demon than the cat could ever be, no matter what the nature of the curse was, he knew better than to think himself truly superior to anyone anymore.

Their very existance was a paradox to him, something so contradictory to itself that in the end it would devour its very being. They should never have existed as they did, the once cunning rat now as icy as the god, the once calm cat now vicious and embittered. Why was it that the cat, the Sun, the light, was now damned to dwell in darkness while he, the rat, the Moon, the darkness, was now in the place of light he had so coveted in that past life?

Things should never have been that way, he knew that much for certain. His damnation and that of the cat were his own fault, not the fault of a twisted god: their very existance was no more than that of a paradoxical Sun and Moon which were bound forever to circle in aloofness and agony while the Earth burned itself to ashes below them.