OIA
The sun is beginning to set, casting wildflower hues of colour into the sky. You're laying on your back watching it as it descends, and thinking about the strange myth that you've heard so little about. Kai has more or less explained that it's all metaphorical; that's why some are 'capturing' the sun with water, with mirrors, in drawings and such.
But you? You possess the inklings of what it would be to actually capture it. At least in one sense. It's a world-ending sense which is why you don't think your magic will ever amount to that level of control...
..but the seeds are there.
Fingers interlaced behind your head, you watch as the colours darken with the slow and measured decline of the sun.
But you? You possess the inklings of what it would be to actually capture it. At least in one sense. It's a world-ending sense which is why you don't think your magic will ever amount to that level of control...
..but the seeds are there.
Fingers interlaced behind your head, you watch as the colours darken with the slow and measured decline of the sun.
i think i'll pass on the summer
don't wanna fall for it this time
don't wanna fall for it this time
