The sharp rays of the sun fall from the sky like an amber-lemon rain. The velvet sand of the Sahara crumbles between the fingers, like a silk sheet, and coated with hot, saturated heat.
The power of the immortal radiance refreshes all paths. The very thought of the sun is the sun. In Egypt, in distant countries where carefree birds fly.
But there is a place where the sun shines relentlessly, without going to sleep coming, without turning its back to the moon. There the flowers are fresher and brighter than the most beautiful daffodil fields. It is light and cozy. There is always good.
You can take your hand and direct it. Because this place is inside, not outside. And it has always been there.
Ring «The sun was empty.» Silver, fusing yellow gold, fire red rubie.