The planet that danced around the sun with quick speed had been splattered in cool colors. She wore some warm shades, though they were only the dry, mustard hues. She was the aftermath of a mercurian beat-down; her body swollen with pus and violet.
"They were here first." Mr. Jupiter told me. "When the sun hadn't been as bright as it is now. When it wasn't dying."
"Who's they?"
"Life itself."
