Midnight Ramblings

Sun

There once was a man who lived in the sky who was so happy, he lit the whole world. He loved to visit the world he so lovingly kept bright and warm, he would visit everyone; the trees who loved to be bathed in his light, the animals who always played with him and he especially loved the humans who held conversations and laughed with him.

One day as the man was walking alone, he noticed a dark spot and when he went to shine his light on it, he noticed it seemed to swallow the light whole. The man peered into the darkness and saw a figure writhing and thrashing around the darkness as if in pain.

The man called out to the figure, "Human! Why does this darkness surround you so? Why, even when I shine my light and loving warmth upon it does it not shine? What is wrong child that your soul emanates this darkness and will not let me penetrate it"

"Because," called a feminine, child-like voice, "I am sad."

"Sad?" questioned the man, for he had never heard of this word, nor had he ever felt it. "What is this 'sad' you speak of."

" It is a feeling," the woman said, "Much as your happiness is but I am not surrounded by warmth, light, and love. Instead, I am engulfed by icy cold, inky darkness, and wretched hate. I do not feel the warmth of your light, nor the joy in your voice. But I know it is there."

"If you want to be happy, why not dance? Why not laugh? You can jump child, why don't you?"

The woman laughed a high-pitched, wrenching laugh. "Do you think I do not want to? I used to be able to dance, and sing, and jump. I was the happiest alive, nut my life was destroyed by my own hand. I stopped singing, I stopped dancing. And this darkness envelops me. Light hurts now, joy is excruciating, and everyone's happiness is my sadness. And I carry the weight of everyone's sadness, for I know what it means to be destroyed."

The man sat pondering what the said while making sure to dim his light so he didn't cause the woman anymore pain than he already did. and the rest of the world slept.

The man visits every day, to this day, on an island that has long been lost to us, talking to the mysterious woman that is always bathed in darkness. Always sad and always cold.

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This was for a school project that my teacher gave to us about coming up with our own myths and this week was why the sun rises and sets. I don't know if I accomplished that but I enjoyed coming up with it, so....here ya go. Tell me what you think of it please! I really want feedback on my stories, what you think I should change, what could be better, stuff like that.

Thanks for reading lovelies!