Think of a metaphor--
The sun setting. A single boat on the vast oceans. A bird in flight.
Think bigger, more complicated. Bigger.
Grains of sand on a beach. Stars on the sky.
Sadder. Uglier.
The sun setting and not coming back up. A rotting coyote corpse. A sandy beach melted to jagged glass.
More. Please (no) more.
The dark beach should be daytime. The stars should not be out (visible). The sun should not be out (dead). A ship crashes in what should be a soft sandy beach. Instead its dangerous edges devastate the ship. The ship scatters across the horrible glass beach. The coyote was a classic case of wrong shape, wrong time. But a it rots all the same, decomposing on what used to be the beach. The seagulls circle overhead. They won't land (can't land on the glass. They starve in midair in the sun-less daytime.
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