The eye and the sunset

The sun dips toward the ocean, amber rays spilling wide, painting the sky in hues so rich they shimmer. The eye can’t hold its tears and begins weeping, touched.

One of the ears perks up, swiveling toward the eye. “Hey, brother, you alright?” it asks, soft but sharp.

“Yes, I am,” the eye murmurs softly.

“Then why the tears?” the ear presses, concerned.

“Happy ones, brother. I’ve never seen a sky this beautiful,” the eye says, gazing still.

The ear freezes, stunned. “The sky, you say?” It tilts, straining to catch a sound— there's waves, wind but no sunset in the air. “Nothing’s there my brother, I can't hear this sunset you speak of”

The nose stirs, grumpy and rumpled from sleep. “What’s all this noise?” it snaps, nostrils flaring.

“The eye’s on about a beautiful sky of sorts,” the ear grumbles. “I can’t hear it”

The nose sniffs hard, sucking in the salty air. “Can’t smell it either,” it growls. “You’re dreaming, eye. I’m with ear—something’s off about you today”

The eye dims, feeling small and lonely. No one believes what it sees so clear. Then the tongue flicks out, bold as always.

“Why’re you ganging up on the eye?” it shouts, slapping the lips.

“The eye seems off his Rocker" the nose responds. "He's babbling about beauty, colors and nonsense."

“Its not nonsense,” the eye whispers. “if you guys could only see this sunset and it's beautiful colors”

“Colors, huh?” The tongue stretches past the teeth, tasting damp air and faint salt. It pauses, then nods. “I don’t get it, but I trust you, pal.... I trust you"

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