Starlight
THE END.
THE END.
Scolded by the heat of the summer sun, the pavement set itself on fire, permeating its warmth through the thin soles of my shoes. Everything the summertime dared to touch was ablaze, coated in beauty and pain, thriving and withering away all at the mercy of the blistering weather. It felt like an inferno, but it looked like paradise.
Everything seemed brighter, almost radiant, as if the world were coated in glitter and gold. I took a deep breath, suffocating in the high humidity, just before the universe went hazy and black. For years, scientists had been trying to predict this very moment, and I wondered if they could see it too. The second the sun explodes, its rays stop shining and start burning, engulfing the sky in flames. Then, as quickly as it comes, it extinguishes, pouring ash onto the world and costing it in an unbearably thick cloud of grey dust. But if you can manage to open your eyes against the debris, you’ll see how truly beautiful the stars are during the day.
Scolded by the heat of the summer sun, the pavement set itself on fire, permeating its warmth through the thin soles of my shoes. Everything the summertime dared to touch was ablaze, coated in beauty and pain, thriving and withering away all at the mercy of the blistering weather. It felt like an inferno, but it looked like paradise.
Everything seemed brighter, almost radiant, as if the world were coated in glitter and gold. I took a deep breath, suffocating in the high humidity, just before the universe went hazy and black. For years, scientists had been trying to predict this very moment, and I wondered if they could see it too. The second the sun explodes, its rays stop shining and start burning, engulfing the sky in flames. Then, as quickly as it comes, it extinguishes, pouring ash onto the world and costing it in an unbearably thick cloud of grey dust. But if you can manage to open your eyes against the debris, you’ll see how truly beautiful the stars are during the day.