I've heard the story of Icarus before.
Icarus was the son of Daedalus, who was trapped in his Labyrinth by a king. He built wings for his son, molded from wax and feathers. And he cautioned his son that if he flew too close to the sun, the wax would melt and he would fall. Icarus was ecstatic with the gift that was flight, and forgot his father's warning. He plunged to his death.
But that's not the way you told the story.
You said that when Icarus kissed the sun with his wings, it reached out and embraced him.
And you said that when it was evening, his sun began to descend in a constellation of colors. It gently placed Icarus on the ground, the tendrils of light retreating. But his body was still framed by the sunset as it sank beneath the ground and left him in the darkness, promising to return to him in the morning.
But Icarus was blinded.
