The sun,
a molten heart in the inky expanse,
held a particular fondness for the
Earth's dark black African children.
It wasn't a conscious preference,
not in the way human understood emotions,
but rather a cosmic harmony.
The sun's radiant energy,
born from the chaotic dance of nuclear fusion,
pulsed with a specific resonance when it met
beautiful black African melanin-rich skin.
This wasn't just about the physics of UV absorption,
it was a symbiotic exchange,
a celestial ballet honed over millennia.
In the sun-drenched lands of Africa,
this relationship was most profound.
The ebony hues,
the rich browns,
the myriad shades of beautiful black,
these were not mere pigments,
they were living shields,
powerful conduits.
Melanin,
the sun knew,
was the planet's most potent defense against its own fiery embrace.
It absorbed the harmful ultraviolet rays,
transforming them into a gentle warmth,
a nurturing caress that invigorated the very cells it touched.
It wasn't just protection, it was empowerment.