We all know that the stars are alive. Not in a flesh-and-blood way but in the way they burn, endlessly immolating themselves until they die in fire, chaos and shifting gravity. The death of one single star could bring a galaxy to its knees and warp all life around it.
The stars may be alive but the sun... the sun has bones to it.
It expands and contracts like lungs or a blacksmith's bellows, breathing in the life that thoughtlessly depends upon it and exhaling cosmic fire - those great plumes of red in the space between it and our sky. All of creation as we know it relies on this one relatively insignificant star in an endless ocean of stars.
Yes, the sun breathes and it sleeps.
Perhaps one day soon its eye will open a crack and we will know what it truly means to fear the light.
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