Uhhhhhhh. [Look at that, the existential dread is returning, and now it's bringing a friend. Papyrus's eyes drift down to the tree line, which seems reassuringly unlikely to wander away or burn out while he watches.] How long. Is the sun. Supposed to live.
[Is live even the right word for the sun? If it was secretly a very large and distant monster, it's not like humans could have done anything to stick it in a mountain.]
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[Is live even the right word for the sun? If it was secretly a very large and distant monster, it's not like humans could have done anything to stick it in a mountain.]