The lone figure stood on the windswept clifftop, hair whipped by the salty breeze. An enormous, canvas-like sky stretched above them, painted in a vast spectrum of pre-dawn hues – lavender bleeding into apricot, dusted with streaks of inky blue. In their hand, an unopened, emerald green umbrella seemed an absurdity against the breathtaking spectacle. A wry smile touched their lips as they realized the truth – some things, like the sunrise, unfold with or without worry, their beauty all the more magnificent for being uncontrollable.