[ WP ] The Earth does not rotate . One side always faces the sun and is in continual daylight . The other side is in eternal night . Cultures on both side develop around this .

I stood on the line dividing my present from my future. In the distance, I could see an echo of a color, something that had been absent from my eyes for so long. The word swam to my mind like murky remembrance. 
 
 Sunrise. 
 
 The darkness held onto my wrists, begging for my eternal submission. My people stood behind me, hissing at the light. They gazed at me, their eyes shining white like cats in the night. I took a step, the light bathing me in color. It went up to my knees, a soft glow of orange. I wanted to touch it. A hand squeezing my shoulder brought me from my daydream. 
 
 It was mother. She pleaded with me through her eyes, but I shook my head once. I grabbed her hand, pulling her with me. Like lightening, she ripped her hand out of my grasp and stepped back into the darkness. They were stuck forever in the grasps of night, never really seeing. They were blind, figures dwelling in the cold. 
 
 But I wanted to see. I wanted to bathe in light and let my body be filled with color. I wanted the warm and not the cold. I wanted the light and not the dark. 
 
 So I stepped into my future, feeling the sun reach my eyes. It was beautiful. Yellows, oranges, purples, blues mixed with my skin, setting them on fire. I saw my new people in the distance and I did n't look back once, forgetting the darkness and finding the light.
