[OP: ]
A night that starts blooming in the evening when the sun sets beyond the blue horizon, below the water surface shining with the colors that it paints it with.
The sun, the source of light and warmth, is the birthing unit of life. Its mere presence brings more to a world than anyone could imagine.
It is the father and the overseer, the one who looks after all and the one that guides us even in the darkest of times.
It is beautiful and bright, sometimes blinding, while sometimes spectacular.
Because it provides light to this world, people can see what is present around them. Because it burns itself, the beings that it has given rise to could live a life of joy and sadness.
It does not discriminate and it does not interfere. Like the highest existence, it shines upon all and gives a part of itself to everything.
But, it is not the only element that is responsible for the emergence of a conscious life.
