The Sun, gentle folk!
Shrieking ball of plasma the exact accidental right distance away for the constant, endless, blinding radiation to cause flowers
I have a couple of dead spots in my eyes, because of the sun. I was workshopping a sun cult that stared at the sun as long as they could and then interpreted the afterimage when they closed their eyes. Well, when the ball of unimaginable heat and light forced their eyes closed from millions of miles away, anyway.
I tried it out a couple of times and was struck with a new understanding of the word "ecstatic," as in forced into a different emotional state, from the frantic caged-animal twitching of my eyes and the overwhelming EVERYTHING of the sun on my retinas. Like, I got it! I understood how and why this cult of the sun would come about and how it would work.
I stopped when I spotted the dead spots. You're not supposed to look directly at the sun, or any sufficiently large God, for what I assume are the same reasons. It kills you stone dead.
The dead spots just hang out, in my vision, going: the sun! The sun! THE SUN
and they don't shut up. So yes, I am a fan of noonday cosmic horror. Of hideous power from the void of space reaching down and smashing all the colours flat. You can look. But you'd die.
