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The skies here on Earth really are beautiful.
When the sun rises, its golden rays chase away the cold dark navy of night and usher in the brilliant and cheery blues of day.
In the day, there's a gorgeous gradient. A deep expanse far above us, and when you look in every direction, you find it's as if someone put a white vignette on the sky like it was their canvas. With the blinding, hopeful yellow of the sun accenting the vast blue and bringing light to all.
As the sun sets, the blue of day gives way to the sun. Painting it in oranges and dipping into reds as it fades to night.
At night, it is dark. An infinity of navy with the specks of far-away stars and planets softening it. And the moon- oh how the moon glows! A bright, perfect circle of light guiding our way.
The sun rises, chasing away the quiet night and clearing the way for the more energetic day.
The day, bright and unpredictable, with the sun its grounding companion even as it moves. The day gets into trouble, and the sun is always there to be its lifeline.
The sun sets, tiring of the day’s chaos. The sun runs from the blue of day, escaping into the oranges and reds.
At night, there is darkness. The stars, once seen so clearly, shine no longer.
The sun rises, its rays are cold. They prickle and sting like orange needles, causing all it shines upon to shy away.
The day is a pale imitation of what it was yesterday, or even two days prior. It is bleak and pale and gray, as if the day forgot what it once was and is trying to recall it.
The sun sets and the warm, forgiving, yellow sun is gone now. It blurred, bled, and grew into a red giant of anger and rage, yelling out against the day.
The night is an endless abyss of darkness and despair. The moon cannot be seen anymore, for the kind sun is no longer there to illuminate it.
The red giant rises, angry and spitting. It fires a cannon of its rage at the day, hellbent on one thing: Destruction.
The day mourns the loss of its friend, the sun, and what they once were. It battles with the red giant, pleading for him to see reason.
The red giant hisses and spits and claws at the day as he forces the sky around him to bleed into red. The day is still pleading with the red giant, but he pays him no mind. The battle continues even as the red giant sinks below the horizon, far beyond the day's reach.
Day turns into night and he weeps. Raining down his grief upon the world. Where did it all go so wrong? he wonders, Why had things come to this?! He yells out to a god who does not answer, then grief overtakes him again and he weeps.
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Yes, the sky truly is beautiful.