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They say, at once the Sun felt so tired and useless, for ages it had been going up and down every single day and knew no rest but a short nap at night, its work was all the same and there was no end and no changes. So it has decided not to wake up anymore and sleep in its soft cloudy bed forever. That’s when Black Age began and a night turns into a day as it had moonlight and starts at least for with no Sun there was only Darkness. There came Hunger and wars for food as most of plants could hardly stay alive with no sunlight and didn’t bloom so they brought no fruits, herbivores got nothing to feed and then predators started starving too. The darkest creatures left their shelters as there was no Sun to light them and to show their bad intentions to others.

But when there was no hope left the help came. They called themselves the Cult of Red Sun and told they can make the Sun rise again as it had already happened in the past. Of course it wasn’t for free but who would make their work for nothing? The hope for bringing back the good times united people, all together they built the first Red Sun’s temple with a huge trumpet on its roof on the top of a high hill for the priestesses could start their awaking ritual. For six days they were singing and reading long texts on unknown language, their loud sounds overfilled the valley near the hill’s base. On the seventh day red light poured suffering lands, and the Sun started its way on the top of the Sky again. That was called Sunday.

Nowadays there are a lot of Red Sun’s temples, their roofs bronze and walls scarlet and vinous, covered with exquisite patterns. Every day before sunrise and after sunset priestesses lead especial rituals of praising the Sun and expressing gratitude for the light and warmth it shares with all alive beings, and at Sundays all the people filling the temples for praying loud with the priestesses for the Sun can feel how important it is. In the lands where the Cult is powerful stargazers and skeptical-minded people are not welcome and it could be really dangerous to share their doubts with any believer here, their prefer cleaning such thoughts with fire. And though the legend the Cult keeps telling its devotees looks silly against all the knowledge we have for today the believers are too afraid of thinking about it and keep praying for the Sun rises up tomorrow.

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They say, at once the Sun felt so tired and useless, for ages it had been going up and down every single day and knew no rest but a short nap at night, its work was all the same and there was no end and no changes. So it has decided not to wake up anymore and sleep in its soft cloudy bed forever. That’s when Black Age began and a night turns into a day as it had moonlight and starts at least for with no Sun there was only Darkness. There came Hunger and wars for food as most of plants could hardly stay alive with no sunlight and didn’t bloom so they brought no fruits, herbivores got nothing to feed and then predators started starving too. The darkest creatures left their shelters as there was no Sun to light them and to show their bad intentions to others.

But when there was no hope left the help came. They called themselves the Cult of Red Sun and told they can make the Sun rise again as it had already happened in the past. Of course it wasn’t for free but who would make their work for nothing? The hope for bringing back the good times united people, all together they built the first Red Sun’s temple with a huge trumpet on its roof on the top of a high hill for the priestesses could start their awaking ritual. For six days they were singing and reading long texts on unknown language, their loud sounds overfilled the valley near the hill’s base. On the seventh day red light poured suffering lands, and the Sun started its way on the top of the Sky again. That was called Sunday.

Nowadays there are a lot of Red Sun’s temples, their roofs bronze and walls scarlet and vinous, covered with exquisite patterns. Every day before sunrise and after sunset priestesses lead especial rituals of praising the Sun and expressing gratitude for the light and warmth it shares with all alive beings, and at Sundays all the people filling the temples for praying loud with the priestesses for the Sun can feel how important it is. In the lands where the Cult is powerful stargazers and skeptical-minded people are not welcome and it could be really dangerous to share their doubts with any believer here, their prefer cleaning such thoughts with fire. And though the legend the Cult keeps telling its devotees looks silly against all the knowledge we have for today the believers are too afraid of thinking about it and keep praying for the Sun rises up tomorrow.

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