The waves so erratic and unpredictable, yet almost intended in a parallel holt, lines up to worship the sunrays that kiss them, seeping from the small ball of fire. Seemingly to the eye, a small piece of landscape in the sky yet holding immense power and magic, keeping everything running with its light and harmony. As soon as this spherical mage falls into slumber, so does every essence of existence right until when it once again rises and the cycle continues.