Me, stepping into a sunlit spot: I understand lizards now.
[Just because a tree spontaneously wreathes itself in the radiant light of the dawn doesn't mean that you need to go on a quest for it. Trees wreathe themselves in radiant light all the time. It's just a gimmick to trick people into running their errands for them. Politely decline and go along with your day. Now, if a bush wreathes itself in sunlight, pay attention. Bushes hate wreathes because of a long, unpleasant family story, and they'll only do it if they actually have to.]
The sun is a butch lesbian and the moon is her fem girlfriend but the sun has the long hair and the moon has the short hair because neither of them are white
The sun, Sol, is a south-east Asian jock with golden skin and long dark hair that flows down to her waist. She keeps it a braid or a twist when she wants it out of the way, but when it's down it spreads like sunlight across all it can reach, wild and warm and beautiful.
The moon, Iah, with skin as dark as the richest volcanic soil, and hair a delicate silvery white. Her dense curls are kept short, close to her head, so that from behind she looks like the full moon, and as she turns to face you the white of her hair is eclipsed by her midnight skin, just like the waxing moon. Cool and gentle eyes watch carefully, a glint of mischief behind them.