Sun terrors

In this world, the sun is not a source of life but a relentless hunter, its light sweeping across the land as if searching, burning anything it finds lingering in the open; people move in desperate bursts from shadow to shadow, knowing that even a moment too long in its gaze can mean death. When night finally falls, relief never comes—only a new kind of danger—as creatures slip from the darkness, drawn to the smallest sound or movement, stalking with patience and precision, turning the safety of stillness into a trap. Survival is a constant, exhausting balance between outrunning the sky itself and outlasting what waits beneath it.