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The orange sun blazed in the sky, painting the world with fiery hues as it sank below the sea, extinguished.
Simon’s grip on the urn was tight, but it felt like he wasn't holding anything at all.
Not even a heartbeat.
He longed to feel the heat of the Sun on his face, to bask in his warmth, like in those days of neverending summer.
But he couldn't. The Sun set, and his world grew dark.
He gripped the urn again, the grave chill making him shiver.
Shine your light on me again, bright Sun, and burn me to ash.