The Sun is cruel. The Sun is ruthless. The Sun is a monster that takes the lives of the innocent.
It started with tales told by my mother, ones meant to keep me from staying awake when bedtime came. The church was no different. Its stories centered around the Sun and its evils, and how only the Benevolent Moon could protect us from it.
As I grew older, I came to learn there was some truth to those tales, and eventually, I found myself facing them.
All my life I feared the sun. I feared the light of the day and dreaded the time I would be forced to stand under it. That time came and went, and after hundreds of battles and countless monsters slain, I found myself having doubts.
The Sun was ruthless and cruel, the mother of beasts that only knew blood and slaughter. It brought nothing but death and horror, but in spite of all of it, I found myself longing for the warmth it exuded.