If there was one thing that could be said about the Earth, it was always in motion. But some things stayed the same, no matter the events of that day, decade or even millennium.

Funny thing was, motion made these reruns possible. Without the movement of the Earth on its axis and its orbit around Sol, there would be no sunrises or sunsets.

Humans had written thousands of poems about those daily occurrences. Other daily happenings were rarely if ever waxed about, such as bowel movement or car accidents, but those burning gasses in the sky, hoo boy.

Alright, so every sunset was different, with the UVA and UVB rays diminishing every second, drawing patterns on the oblivious humans milling about. And perhaps the fading colors and brilliant orange-tinted sky were nice to watch, every minute with different hues.

Maybe the awakening nightly hunters trundling in the bushes were fun to scan and track as they used the grey dawn to catch their prey.

Still, it was a daily happening and there should not be made such a fuss about it. Even if the sun was one of the few constants in a human life. Everything else around them changed at a frightening rapid pace, sometimes too rapid for the tastes of this Cybertronian.

Back when he was working in one of the repair centers of Iacon, orns went by without the slightest change in tools or procedure. And that suited him just fine.

For a ball of gas in the sky, it represented a lot for the humans. They owed their lives to it. It was one of their constants.

Every sunset meant their planet was alive. It was in motion.


A/N: In about three days I'll post the other three. I still have to polish them until they shine like Ironhide's smokestacks.