The day the sun died

And after these shouts, the fireball, which is my father, stopped its advance. It paused; a moment equal to my father's entire age. Then he climbed again onto that small elevation in the ground of the pond, and the flames curled up once more and rose higher and higher. My father did not move and did not scream. He stood there, silent, surrounded by flames, devouring the branches, grasses, and clothes around him. He let the fire consume whatever was in its path. A huge fire ignited in the middle of the pit, initially the size of a mat, then expanded and became the size of a large house. In the blink of an eye, the branches and my father were covered, like a blazing column, rising toward the sky and spreading in all directions. Blue and red flames, as soon as they pierced the oil, turned yellow, forming a huge golden ball. In the heart of that ball stood my father, like a blazing tower in the center of the world, swaying, staggering, but he did not fall. *** A night without dawn, its hours longer than can be counted, in which the darkest desires, obsessions, and selfishness of humans are revealed. A dark epic where reality melts into legend, and the last glimmer of light fades away. It is the story of "The Night of the Great Sleep," narrated by the fourteen-year-old boy Le Nian Nian. We accompany the boy and his father, the owner of the "New World" funeral shop, who finds himself faced with a task like a miracle; will he be able to revive the dead sun? Will he succeed in his desperate attempt to save the town from chaos and madness?