Callicanios

Her soft red eyes met the horizon of the setting sun. The setting red sun nestled next to a few grand weeping willows, quietly as if the wind was singing the sun a lullaby. The colors of the fading sun spread out one final grasp upon the waking world, brilliant pink to orange to bright red and finally fading to a deep crimson only to fall tragically to black. As if in a trace she looked up to the sky as the glimmer of stars and other plants come into focus. She counted a recited each constellation and pointed to various planets. After becoming disenchanted with the Stars she laid back against the plush grass on the hill behind her dainty fram