Why do the best people die so soon?
Once the Worlds' Father created daughters who would stand guard over Casumbra.
There were the moon twins, Samaa and Serenada, and there was the beautiful Sun. To each the Father gave His Light to burst through them, but each in a different way, to show new life and new light to humans.
And so there were the Cycles: Day and Night, from moonLight to sunLight according to the daughters' needs and personalities. Each was beautiful and radient with their Father's Light, as irreplacable as stars. Indeed they were so glorious with Light that mankind could not endure them all at once, they could only endure one for so many hours. So the daughters took their turns, looking over Casumbra and comforting humans and all creatures with their Light, reflecting their Father's Light.
Then one day, the Worlds' Father gave Life to one more daughter of Light. She was both thoughtful like the moons and overwhelming like the Sun. Her name was Araceli and she was of so many Lights and tempers that were so glorious and fantastic, humans could barely handle a few moments of her touch as she looked over Casumbra.
To Araceli, Light and dark were two forces combined in souls broken by life. Yet she filled them both together, ever changing but ever tranquil. She was cheer and also sorrow, like mankind in its broken livelihood.
However, the elder daughters had already claimed their places and the humans could not endure more Light. Even if they had not had their claims now, Araceli could never look over the world for long because her beauty would overwhelm humanity so much that they would break apart unable to contain such Light for she was so much like the Father.
Finally, the other sisters having compassion on their youngest, each asked the Father to let them take her to see the world. The Father gave permission, if each gave Araceli a few moments of their claimed hours; the smallest they could allow. But, she was also able to come twice, because if she used her minutes all at once the humans couldn't endure it.
So she rose like a Pheonix with the Day and fell like a dying ember with the Night. Her time was only a fraction of the others' gifted time watching over Casumbra. And only a fraction of the happiness they received from those visits. But she was more beautiful and loved for her Light, even though its fullness would destroy even those that loved her...
Sometimes death, sometimes life frightens people. There are those that fear the dark or those that fear the light, some even that fear both. But very few see the unique wonder of each...