(Your Solar) The bright lights of the sun filled your room, you sigh and sit up. The smell of breakfast fills the house, probably Earth's cooking. You get up, usually animatronics don't wear clothes but the celestial family wears clothes. Solar got on the superstar daycare top, and the hand me down pants he got from his Sun from his old dimension, you look in the mirror and realize you should probably fix your rays so you don't look like Eclipse "there that should do it" you say to yourself