Quickly Travel to Pay Tribute to the Sun

He is the shining sun, the siren, the embodiment of chaos and beauty. The world loves him, the gods love him, and they watch him, but they are all trapped in the vicious and sticky ambition that collapses like suet and cannot move. If there is nothing to gain, it is better to drag him into an endless carnival. All the way to farewell to life, toward death. Hush, you'll go crazy if you stare too long. What to offer as a gift? With body, with soul, with love and humble longing. Loving him is a losing game. If we are stuck in a literary shortage of attack and control, it is better to produce and sell by ourselves. There is no CP at the end. Intention: For the sake of freedom, what should not be thrown away?