The Sun-Rose bloomed, fiery veins of hot orange light pulsed at her core.
Stretching out her limbs, she sought the warmth of the sun, its welcoming
blanket failed to greet her. The oldfangled song of the peewits, was absent
from the mornings lexis, everything was dark.
Fear gripped her tightly with the pure blackness of a sunless world. The
Sun-Rose pushed away the darkness, throbbing radiantly and burning away
fears onyx fingers. Eons of life prepared her for this day. Emblazoned, she
shot toward the sun, reviving it with flame, as a seed of sun-fire fell to
the world below
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