IRC-Galleria

I awaken, something stirs me from my long sleep and for the first time in my life I see something extraordinary, a glowing orb of energy. It´s as pure as my fathers eyes, almost too searing for my eyes to gaze too long in. He had created the Sun, it was beautiful I wanted to make something even similar, but I could not. What I had created was a lifeless rock, that merely reflected the magnificence of the Sun, the brother of darkness the Moon, whom never turned his back at his brother