Clad in a pastel yellow hoodie, Sky looked like a walking sunflower, bringing cheer and brightness wherever he went. The sleeves of the hoodie were long enough to envelop his hands, his small delicate hands. On the left leg of his baggy jeans, delicate illustrations of the moon and stars adorned the fabric, among them, Prapai's small, shaky drawing of Saturn stood out in white, the reason why it's my favorite - Sky had said. Bathed in the glow of sunlight, he couldn't help but feel that the boy before him was like the sun itself. And for Prapai, who has been a rogue planet for so long, untethered and lost amidst the countless constellations and galaxies that adorn the cosmos. It is fulfilling to feel the incandescent flames of love that engulf him. To finally have a sun to call his own.