Sitting on the log I look out into the orange sky. The smell of pine surrounds me, along with the singing frogs. I can feel the moss on the fallen log below me. My fingers scraping the hard bark. The sun is disappearing underneath the glassy water. I finally feel at peace, staring out atop of the Dying Sun. A very unoriginal name for a unique experience. The weight has been lifted, the dread gone. I am finally free.