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He, too, was born with the sun in his eyes.
In his youth, he saw the world as a place full of light, radiant energy streaming across every surface. The world was a happy space, and he was happily a part of it.
But years take their toll, and as they began to register on his face, gouging deep lines, turning his smile down, the sun in his eyes began to fragment too.
The sun in his eyes shattered, scattering the happy light in refracted rays across his visage.
The shards of sunlight were no longer radiant rays, but now beacons illuminating the darkest parts of the world. The world seemed less happy, more empty.
Idle beams of light catching listless drifting remnants of time.
The sun shattered in his eyes, and he was blinded by its absence.