← Defy the Wretched Sun

You stare at Sun and attempt to read his facial expressions. What is the nature of this beast? Stare. Stare. Stare in his eyes. Sun’s smirk turns to a frown. His forehead wrinkles. Unable to match your determination, Sun turns to put on sunglasses.

He lowers himself in the sky. A breeze finally arrives. You are cooler. He is a coward.

THE END