In the evening before the darkness first descended on Earth, the setting sun was particularly beautiful. The east of the sky was as blue as the sea, without a single cloud, clear, vast and unfathomable; in the west, sunlight was shed on clouds, making them glow in red, their jagged peaks squashed together like the red cream on a birthday cake or like thousands of Fire Bugs in red armor.
Behind the beautiful scene, the sun, with its lingering face like blood, sank helplessly into the sea of clouds. Reluctant and unwilling, it glanced toward Earth for the last time and sent a wisp of red light into a clear floor-to-ceiling window a million miles away, and shed it in a room that was filled with smoke, turning into a tiny bit of heat energy.