The Godlike Story They Never Tell.

Long time ago, when the Earth was still free of mundane sin, the world used to be bound to the inspiration of the gods and goddesses. They raised hills and mountains so they could reach the sky more easily; created lakes and rivers for water to reach all the corners of the world; painted flowers in the valleys that mirrored the goddesses’ beauty; lighted the dark sky with bright, warm stars and a vigilant Moon; and created animals that would look after their masterpiece.

However, there was still something missing. Despite the multiple colors of the flowers, the greatness of the ocean, and the brightness of the stars, the gods knew that there was something, and could not figure out what, that was needed to make the world as beautiful as they wanted. They spent their nights staring at the sky, which by this time did not have any colors other than its dark blue, praying to the stars for an answer. The latest listened and from their distant spots around the universe decided to help the gods, who with so much effort and patience had worked on beautifying the Earth. They decided to send one of their sisters, one who was young yet strong enough to take the task, to become the guardian of the planets.

So that is how the Sun took the place that today possesses; in the center of the Milky Way, pulling the planets together and embracing them with its light and heat. Life on Earth was then separated into day and night. The sky would dress with a light blue every morning wearing clouds as silver jewelry, and returned to its usual dark gown when the Moon and the stars took the place of the Sun. The gods and goddesses then cheered with joy because their wish had become true, and celebrated with showers that made the plants grow larger and the oceans dance. They resumed their work every day only when the sky was lit, and proceeded to sleep when it was not, for now they believed that only the Sun and the light sky were worth of their stares.

But there was one who disagreed. There was one who liked to sit at the top of the highest mountain each night and stay up until the Sun reappeared. She found the night sky just as beautiful as the morning sky and believed that no separation between the two was needed. She would stare at the stars trying to come up with a way to fill that gap between the colors of the sky, because as much as she loved its shades of blue, she believed that the sky could be the one to reflex all the colors of the Earth.

So she resumed the task of looking for an unknown something. She spent her nights ruminating on thoughts and ideas, and her days wandering through the valleys and mountains; gathering as inspiration every piece of shape and color that she saw.

Until one day she stepped onto her answer: she had spent the morning dancing around the flowerbeds, breathing their scents and drinking their sensuality, when she stepped onto a hidden waterfall. Many times before the goddess had bathed and slept on it, but she had never seen and had never expected to see, what was now in front of her: an innocent ray of seven colors coming out of the water streak. Then, as if love drunk, she sat on the wet rocks and with them admired the show that the water and the colors were carrying out for her. And that was the moment when she realized that the only thing the sky needed, the only thing that was missing for it to be the most beautiful thing that the stars, the planets, the gods, and the animals had seen, was for it to spread around the Earth all the colors of the flowers every time it danced with the Sun.

Full of excitement and illusion from her sparked inspiration, the young goddess jumped from rock to rock until she reached the colorful water streak and carefully held it in her hands. She looked at the darkening sky and the falling Sun and ran towards the peak of the highest mountain with the color still splashing in her delicate hands. When she arrived, the Sun had begun to lay down by the farthest valley, the Moon had taken her place at the top of the sky, and the wind had begun to blow slower, yet colder. As for the other gods and their admiring animals, they had already started to seek warmth and shelter; oblivious of the intentions of the delighted goddess who, when least expected, blew the bright colors on her hands in the direction of the hiding Sun.

Then, she smiled. She smiled and laughed and danced of joy because as soon as the colors that had enamored her in the streak reached the sky; as soon as the wind became their dance partner and guided them through the clouds; and as soon as the Sun caught their bright pigments, the sky absorbed their light and soul and lit like a growing flame. It spilled over the Earth, over all the mountains and seas and valleys, a mixture of warm pinks, oranges, and reds accompanied by soft touches of blues and purples.

All of the leaving creatures, including the most beautiful gods and goddesses, fell into a state of ecstasy in which their impressed eyes flew around the sky, taking in the simplicity of the beauty that stretched above them. Some of them sat on the clouds that were now colored with soft pinks and oranges, staring at the Sun and the sky, which now smiled to each other, just as the Sun finished hiding; leaving a short but still bright and warm trail of color behind.

And that was the first colored sunset, which was followed, after all the creatures had finally slept with smiles on their faces and peace on their minds, by the first colored sunrise when the young goddess, who for the first time had actually spent a night dreaming, blew another breath of color into the awakening Sun. As it had happened the previous night, the colors stretched throughout the sky and adorned it with their warmth and soft pink just as the Sun begun to rise. For the first time, the gods came out of their sleep wearing pleased smiles instead of seeking sights. For the first time, and thanks to the young and curious goddess, all of the gods and goddesses looked at the sky, the flowerbeds, the valleys, and the oceans, with satisfied eyes. Since that day, they sat on the clouds every time dusk and dawn came just to admire the light show that their own sky set out for them. No matter how many times they saw the Sun set and rise, they were impressed each time by the simplicity, the stillness, and the beauty of the act, which allowed them, every time, to admire the work that they had done on their beloved planet; their successful and finalized masterpiece.