Centuries ago, when moons still spoke to each other, two souls defied fate.
The Blue Moon and the Red Moon were reflections of the same world, divided by a veil of ancient magic. Their inhabitants lived under different laws: on the Blue Moon, magic flowed freely like the wind, allowing its inhabitants to shape destiny with their own dreams. On the Red Moon, order was absolute, and the stars dictated the path of each life from birth to death. It was said that both moons were two halves of a single existence, separated to maintain the balance of the universe.
But there was a time when that balance was challenged.
Ancient tales tell of two souls born under opposite moons, drawn to each other as if fate had made a mistake in separating them. No one remembers their names, for their stories were erased from the channels of time. But whispers in the wind and shooting stars still tell of their tragedy.
Legend has it that they met across a forbidden lake, where the waters reflected not only the sky, but also the other moon. On special nights, when both moons aligned, the reflection became so clear it seemed possible to touch it. It was on one of those nights that the lovers saw each other for the first time, separated only by the thin sheet of water.
"You're real..." she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief and hope.
"I've always felt you near, but I've never seen you."
Day after day, night after night, they stood in the same place, defying the prohibition against approaching their reflections. They spoke to each other across the water, laughed with the complicity of those who belong together without having shared a life together, and loved each other without touching.
But time was not kind.
The blue moon and the red moon moved away once more, and with that, the reflection began to fade. What had been an invisible portal between their worlds weakened until it became a mere mirage. Despair gripped them. They were unwilling to lose each other.
"We cannot remain separated," one said, his voice cracking with anguish.
"If you cross the reflection, we will both disappear," the other replied, but his own voice also trembled with doubt.
Still, they decided to defy fate.
They prepared for nights on end, studying the ancient legends that spoke of the portals between moons. They told themselves that if anyone ever made it across, they could too. And when the next alignment came, when the reflection was clearer than ever, they took the first step toward finding each other.
In that moment, the Guardian of Reflections awoke.
No one knows where he comes from or what his true face is. Some say he is a formless shadow, a presence that slips between the moons to ensure they never touch. Others claim he was a human like them, a forbidden lover turned eternal watcher. But their duty is clear: to preserve the balance, no matter the cost.
And when the lovers attempted to cross the reflection, the Guardian caught up with them.
Some versions of the story say the water turned to fire and consumed their bodies to ash. Others claim their souls were locked inside shooting stars, doomed to shine for an instant before vanishing forever. But they all agree on one thing:
They never saw each other again.
The reflection closed. The lovers' story became a warning. And from then on, the moons remained separated, their fates etched in the stone of time.
However, there are those who believe the story didn't end there.
Some nights, when the wind blows in the opposite direction and the stars twinkle more brightly, if you approach the forbidden lake and look closely at your reflection, you can hear a whisper in the water:
"We are still here."
The elders say it is only an echo of the past, a reminder of what happens when balance is challenged. But others, those who believe love is stronger than magic, claim that lovers never completely disappeared. They continue to search for each other throughout time, waiting for the moment when someone will finish what they started.
No one knows if anyone will ever manage to cross the moons.