and then the sun; a burning orb with a halo of orange encircling it. it burned white with flame, yet with an orange-yellow glare that made it hard to distinguish a true white. the white was tainted, unpure, yet so brilliant in the abyss that was the sky that it was surely an exact white.
the land was cloaked in shadow, suffocating under the glare of certain doom. only one figure, one that walked with an eerie elegance yet was so obviously the void of grace, glared back into the sky. defiance radiated from its bones, shouting to the sky and the sun that it would never be claimed by death; not even an apocalypse could bring it to its knees. two orbs, two mini suns burned from its face; they saw all without seeing and knew from just a glance that everything would be brought to an end.
stars appeared in the ash-coated sky, growing larger with every second. the figure let out a thrumming noise, such a noise that could’ve been laughter, and settled down on the bare rock it stood upon. fire trailed from each star as they fell; fell towards the land that had been home to many.