Whites of eyes strained in the sun, they sat rubbing the crust from hard pupils.

“I have never seen the other side of the sun, have you?” Kindred asks, biting their parched lips.

“Once, when I was interdimensional, I swooped in for a gander. It is unlike anything you have ever seen.” Cameron proclaims.

“How so?” Kindred replies.

“Would you like to see?”

With that Cameron pulls out his satchel that holds the keys to the skies and raises it up to Kindred’s face. They focus their eyes like an Eagle, pin point meaning and softly reply.

“Sure, I would be interested in seeing the dying sun.” They say.

In a sacrament of smoke, they traced the sky open, pulling stars into mass, and with a slip of the wrist, blast into infinity. The voyage opened to the constellations drawing tracers against warm faces. Higher and higher they flew- souls adrift the apex, thrown through universes. Taking the long way home, until the faint glow of the sun exploded into fire, and then darkness.

“Oh, it’s a feeling, isn’t it?” Kindred asks. “The black hole sun, it is a feeling”