Lobster-like skin. Living leather.
A massive ball of fire is continuously exploding in the sky. What sounds like doom for all life on the surface of the planet, is actually a pleasant surprise. Spring has arrived and with it, the fireball tickles the sensitive skin.
I have seen certain people praying to the sun. Lying in their gardens, on beaches and everywhere the light touches, grilling themselves and bathing in radiation. The skin is scared, it has not been uncovered since winter. It screams, but unfortunately humans do not understand the language of skin.
So the skin becomes agitated, frustrated and angry. It flares up, rages. How could this host treat its outer shell like this? It hinders the organs from falling out, it gives pleasure. And in return? It is being burned by a massive ball of fire, willingly.
The skin gets roasted and with it, angry. For hours on end it screams, until it becomes a different shade. The battle is lost, the host disagrees.
“The tan is coming in, nicely.”
– Red.