The hands were clenched, while last night’s darkness still held court. It almost looked like the nails were drilled into the palms. They expressed neither anger nor anxiety, so maybe they were hiding something important. Like a child who was afraid that a piece of fruit gum would be stolen if it was discovered, or perhaps a Christ nail brand that couldn’t be revealed by religious reasons.
There were numerous hands expressing the same. Helios noticed it and turned slowly his head towards them. His gentle, half-opened eyes met the clenched fists, and his soul heat poured out, caressed them, and chased the night’s last dark on the run.
Now loosened fingers slowly as he opened his eyes and smiled to them. At last, all hands were open and the arms were stretched out from the carcasses and up towards the sky with fingers spread, as expressing jubilation and joy.
Heavens birds rejoiced too, and the universe’s most beautiful, silent symphonies were incessantly imitated and recreated of allness’ whirling atoms.
She cycled along the fields along winding paths with her hair billowing in the wind. Helios was shining as beautifully as he could, and caressed her face and naked arms. With a happy smile on her face she looked at all the fields, the meadows and the roadsides flowers extend towards the sun they paid homage with fully open petals. And time was paused while they boldly drank golden light ad libitum.
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