Before the world became as we know it, in the middle of a night when everything was silent and asleep, from the high peaks overlooking the desolate deserts, he could discern a darker patch, restlessly creeping northward. A silent patch advancing with a noticeable persistence, until, as the sun began to stretch beyond the horizon to reveal those regions, it clung to the earth, shifting and almost being swallowed by the sands. It died until it was leveled with an overwhelming yellow, and his eye could no longer perceive it. So he turned to enjoy the sun's splendor that bathed the world, banishing its image from his memory so as not to spoil his enjoyment of that magnificent beauty.

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