Sun falls, and shadows lengthen, strengthen, wrap around your ankles and hold tight. The streets empty, as all the little worker ants find shelter from the weather, cloudy, with a chance of night. You're not afraid of the weather, are you?
The sunbeams simply couldn't hold out forever. The darkness begins to take, colors muting. The only bit of sky left now rests in your irises. What lies above now is a cavern, dotted with torches of a far off sky people, making their way through life upside down, staring at our house-lights, and city-lights, wondering how their "stars" got where they are.
For a moment the veil is lifted. For the moment of night.
You, and all the other sky eyed people rest, eyes closed, containers for the vast above. As night wanes, each of your kind will wake, one by one, eyes opening, releasing their charges, pair of eyes by pair of eyes. Until dawn will paint the ashen sky.
You will all greet the day, unaware that you helped put it back.
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