Daylight

The sun will rise like a chariot of fire racing across the sky. No, never mind the slight pop culture/ Greek mythology reference. It’s true. That great ball of fire and boiling liquid gas will burn me alive soon. I have made my peace with the things I have done. I can’t do anything about what I have done. I can just say that I am truly sorry, and my last action will be my last attempt at redemption. I know there will be no redemption, but at least I can say I tried everything I knew to do. The sky is starting to turn violet. I havn’t seen the sun in over four hundred years. It will be beautiful.