Sun Worship

I was conceived in the heart of Sol, a child of atomic fire and plasmic breath, and I emerged from its roiling depths, immortal and molten from my first moment to the last moment of all else, to carry forth this message of hope and warning:

SPF is kind of a scam.

Curious for you to elaborate more on this. Is your branch from a colder and cloudier climate, where the sun is rarer and less punishing of the greedy? I ventured nearer to polaris once, and I could tell an appreciable difference from my home. In my native clime, hogging too much of the sun without applying a shining coat of their favored herbs and incenses to bounce back the rays to Saulė can result in a red censure for hogging too much of Their Glorious Rays. The number of the saulė preference formulation can help distinguish how much one wishes to reflect the rays (with scented offerings added on) according to their wealth and level of supplication.

I carry forth the Light in my very veins, my heart an infinite furnace of revelation. Look upon my shining countenance and be ashamed of your mudbirth, but know that you too can ignite and be reborn in Fire.

But please use adequate eye protection, and avoid staring.