$SOL $SOL down streets. Each ray carries hope, ancient and constant, reminding us that beginnings never tire. The birds sing, the leaves tremble under its light, the shadows stretch and shrink. Sun watches, firm, indifferent yet giver of life. It nourishes flowers, drives winds, and shines in the rivers that dance under its gaze. At noon, Sun is fierce, demanding respect, insisting on stillness. At dusk, it softens, whispering goodbyes in orange, crimson, and pink. Night comes, but Sun will return, eternal, the unspoken promise of tomorrow carried in its rising breath.

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