Acrylic on canvas. 11x14" In the ancient skies, the Sun was not a single orb but a great wheel of light, spinning and casting colors across the world. Once every century, a fragment would break away, drifting down like a petal of fire to bless the earth below. The elders believed that those who found a fallen slice of the Sun could ignite endless joy in their hearts, carrying its warmth forever — even through the darkest nights.