To be placed where Helios strikes down on me—
where their power makes me unable to see,
I fear my skin might bubble from this beam:
I then retrieve for myself a mighty cream.
When Sunna’s wings don’t cast a shade,
nor give any respite—the winds of change,
I take care to know that I have what I need—
I slather it on as I must take heed.
And as ancient Arev hints at immortality,
while reminding me of my reality,
I feel this divine light submerge our in-between.
I thank the gods for the shield of Sunscreen.