trying to kill the sun

A character stands under the burning sky, lifting a plastic water bottle toward the horizon as if to pour water on the sun. The gesture feels tender and almost naive, a quiet attempt to soothe something far beyond reach. Nearby, an ant carries a tiny droplet on its head, joining the human in this strange act of care.

Together they form a fragile alliance, united by the same heat that threatens them both. The plastic bottle, both a lifeline and a trace of waste, becomes a symbol of our contradictions, our need to protect and our role in the damage. This small scene holds a kind of hope, even in its futility. It speaks of empathy across species, of our desire to heal, and of the possibility that gentleness might still exist in a world slowly burning.