“I take it back!”

Chuchip stood and started climbing his way down his cliff. Ashkii was worried. Chuchip was normally such a sweet spirit, always moving with grace and time. He had never even raised his voice to Ashkii before.
What could be wrong with my dear friend? he thought to himself.

Chuchip found himself on the gray sandy beach faster than usual. He began to run—he darted with sharp eyes.
He ran and ran and ran.

The radish sun cracked open. The real sun had been hiding.

Chuchip’s garments tore and slipped off his skin. His body morphed in the light of the sun as he ran. His two arms had turned to thin legs. His face narrowed and pointed. His eyes shrunk in his head into little black balls. He was his spirit. With a terrifying cry, two branches of bone sprouted from the top of his crown.

Chuchip wept.