My sister and I chased the sun together. We escaped from the dim hut, escaped the covetous eyes of wolves, and met the shelter of the old man.
My sister found her sun in a dry well.
I continued to run, the silver bullets cleared away obstacles for me, and finally found my dead sun in my blood before dawn when the moon rose.
I love the sun, so I used bullets to forge the sun and me together forever.
Purpose: Chasing the sun