O', Brilliant light
The heat of a thousand cosmic ovens lit the sky bright with a brilliant orange hue.
The heat was potent as it descended, and the clouds dispersed outwardly into a glorious halo.
The light took the place of the sun, condensing.
Molding into the only thing that the mind of a mere mortal could comprehend it as.
Glimpse of pure perfection in roundness, in flaky fluffiness. In warm bliss.
The heat was so potent, so concentrated that it bakes the properties of the ocean beneath it.
The atmosphere becomes buttery. The air tastes of buttered fresh bread. Baked. Flaky.