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The Sun was less than a sliver of blinding light, turned orange in the evening. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky. Colour gradually began to seep through, illuminating them from within. In the midst of all this, the ghost boy flew. His arms outstretched, expression peaceful, the glow that surrounded grew in radiance as he tumbled gracefully through the sky. The clouds were cool and left small droplets of moisture in his glowing, silver hair. The liquid, like dew, glistened by the light that was left behind by the Sun. The sky shone as if it had been set on fire, making the ghost boy feel small and insignificant. Then, he would look down.