[ Oh dear, the metaphor didn't quite go the way she wanted. She often liked to compare herself to the sun and moon, but perhaps she went about it the wrong way. ]

Not quite. It seems my hint wasn't crafted properly. I apologize for that. It's not as grand as you imagine.

[ She's going to do her best to work with the metaphor she was going for, but... hmmm. ]

The sun is a source of comfort and warmth for all beings on the planet. It is a foundation for one's life—you never question if the sun will rise again tomorrow, yes? My role is similar. I am merely that which spreads the roots of a sturdy foundation upon which people can establish a comfortable, fulfilling life. I am the tree that provides shade for those seeking protection.

[ ...she might be making this far too complicated now. It's a shame. Her analogies never seem to land right. ]

Simply put, I am one who is worshipped and looked to for protection, and in turn I offer my wisdom and kindness.

[ She doesn't like to put it this way, but that would be easiest to understand, wouldn't it? ]