Many wonder why the sky is blue during the day, but turns red when the sun goes to rest, transforming it into black. There is a story that answers all, but one thing... Why am I even here?
The story begins with the day. He stands tall and proud, but the inner child squirms in anticipation to run free into the winds. His name is sonic. The blue streak, the fastest thing alive. Even though no one may know it, he was in love with the night.
It was so dark and mysterious and intriging. He looked so powerful and dark. It drove poor day to madness not being able to see night.
It was forbidden for night and day to meet. It was said that the world shall end if the two collide. Sonic sighed with lonliness. There was nothing great about the day...
Now, we shall cast ourselves to night. He would glance toward the light of day, wishing he could see the day. Even if it was just once.
Being night was a miserable experience. He could never see where his feet treaded, or where he was even going. He always followed day, hoping that he may catch up, or day would stop. He didn't care if the world ended.