And Mom's tales came into my mind. She used to tell me about a host of horses that flew above the hills in the middle of the night carrying knights in armor. The bronze buttons on the armor lit up in the moonlights like a cluster of frenzied stars. The knights got lost in their own lights. The horses themselves went crazy they chased after each other and neighed and struck at the clouds with their raised hooves. Then the knights and their horses all slowly slipped down towards the end of the sky. They eventually collided and the whole mass formed into a ball of fire. The following morning this ball of fire became the rising sun.