Amahle puts her right hand to her temple. “I will try.”

The last sunset disappears and all around us, on top of the permanent ocean, the streets of Johannesburg appear.

“Can you see it, Joy?”

We all look around. “We see Johannesburg, Amahle,” Madelyn says. “But there is no sun.”

Joy reaches out to hold Amahle’s left hand, but Amahle raises it to her temple as well. “Sun,” she says. “Sun.”

And a sun appears right above the horizon. An orange sun about to set. Unlike all other sunrises, this time the sun’s light does not influence the sky. The blue sky doesn’t change color. Just there, at the bottom, there is powerful, setting orange sun.

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