As everyone was going about their day, there was a growing excitement. A solar eclipse was coming upon them, soon to be encasing the earth in shadow. Flocks of people were heading to the points of totality only to find the moon’s shadow was growing larger… and larger. After a few hours, the eclipse had not wanned; there was a spark of growing panic that was slowly emerging amongst the people of Earth. The moon had stopped moving along its orbit with the Earth, which encased them in shadows. Days had passed and sound everywhere was slowly dying. A chill had wormed its way into the hearts of man; growing with fear and the coldness of the days to come. Life was turning back on its arrow, creatures everywhere human and animal were in a fetal position to retain any warmth as they returned to the Earth with the frost of death’s hand upon them. Food was disappearing as a result of the sun being hidden by the moon that was coming closer to the Earth. Despair was a friend to many, as hope had become a liar. People were losing faith that they would ever feel the comforting warmth of the sun. Time had become a foreign word to many since the eclipse had frozen the world along with the clocks. There were no stars to light the way and no light from the moon to see into the night. Ice was the voice in your head that never left you alone just as fire was an eternal paradise that was never meant to be reached, filled with warmth and hope, food and love, light and day. Night coming only when sleep was required. A story of old is what eternal paradise would be. To be able to walk under the light of the sun, feeling it’s warm rays of hope fill in ways that many have forgotten. Life is a dying light that will burst into rays of colourful light filling the sky with an unimaginable heat. Restarting life from scratch, hammering in details of a complex world filled with possibilities unknown to those who feel despair as a parent and death as a sibling. A wasteland of bodies is what Earth has become. Then suddenly one day many centuries after the eclipse had frozen in place, the sun had begun to peak out of its hiding place. Rays of harsh light beat down upon the frozen Earth, and those left behind burned from the blazing light that was filling the frozen bodies with an ancient warmth that even with fire can not be replicated. Everywhere people had stood in awe as sounds began to appear, moaning and groaning as the ancient ice began melting off cities of old; objects with longs withered branches appearing from within the ice and snow. Colors began to fill the monotonous world. The green of slowly reviving trees, and the azure skies that were shrouded in gray appeared like a weasel from a childrens nursery rhyme. For once, life instead of dying was being revived by the grace of the sun’s warm rays.