In the distance, the sun fell. Replaced with another, it grew stronger than what proceeded it. The cascading tangerine streams bled like rivers into it's fallen brother. Lifting his brother lifeless and ill, he let him fall like leaves to the wind. Below him, the city lurched and bowed to the fallen. Contorted in the mourning and distorted in agony, the city fell to it's knees. There, as the fallen was buried before it, the city roll over dead as if to show was only mortal too. Watching this, the new sun wept. it rained tears of mercy for one thousand years. Until all who understood felt the pain.
*Chris, my boyfriend, wrote this. I feel it should be heard in some way.
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