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In every story, whether its a fiction or non-fiction- the sun is portayed as a heroic element. Well, not this time- people seem to forget that the sun creates life but the mercilessly kills the new life. Not many survivors call the sun-"sun", its new name is "Janus", named after the Roman god who is usually depicted as having two faces. Ironically, the name perfectly suits the "sun" as its two faced. It shows itself as the hero and we humans are dependent on the sun's energy. Hence, we are biologically predisposed to percieve it as a beautiful. Firstly it's the source of our life- without it we would not have formed and we could not sustain life. However, despite all its advantages, it carries a misfortune a hidden truth, too much exposure in both humans and animals can lead to skin cancer. Plants are affected too- the result is scorching, which kills the plant.

Its the year 2050 and the earth is slowly dying- there are no winds, snow rain but just "Janus". The world is a desert. And i think im the only human left on the earth.

I want to finish the story but its a work in progress. I need help finishing the story but its getting to complex.