My heart pounds.
It yearns for the Sun.
Should I allow it to get close?
The magma will create a crysalid with it inside.
The plasma could destroy it furiously.
Its magma is filling the gaps.
The Sun feels warm.
Its sunbeams knock softly on the empty void.
This feeling...
I'm closing my eyes drinking its light with my skin and my mind.
The Sun feels dangerous.
I love the sensation.
Should I keep it?
Should I introduce the Sun on my chest?
Should I trust the Sun to be my friend?
Its magma can hurt me.
...
...
...
I want the Sun to be my friend.
The Sun is warm.
I deserve a crysalid again.
This terrifying feeling.
(Once more)
This terrifying feeling is warm.
