Howling to the moon
Once upon a time, when the land had yet to earn its name, there were two wolves who were the opposite but each other's equal. One was black while the other was white.
The black wolf shined hope during the day, dancing under the light. The white wolf protected the peace, singing to the darkness.
The two wolves, although different, knew that they were one and the same. They heard about the stories; they knew of the legends.
They were told that when The Gods became so powerful, they had to split into pairs to maintain the balance of the world. Life cycled from creation to destruction. Time bent into a beginning and an end. Destiny arranged itself through chaos and harmony.
Naturally, when the Rulers of Everything turned into two, their children soon followed. Space divided into light and shadow while the sky bore the sun and the moon.