7 months ago "The sun is setting, its crimson and amber light stretching across the horizon like the final breath of a dying day. A lone man stands atop a hill, his long cloak billowing gently in the evening wind. His gaze is locked onto the sinking sun, as if a part of his soul is fading away with it. Elongated shadows stretch around him, and a heavy silence fills the air. In the distance, withered trees stand solemnly, birds glide toward the darkness, and the sky is suspended between burning red and deepening black, embodying an overwhelming sorrow. A faint, ethereal glow seeps through the blood-colored clouds, as if reflecting an unseen light within him—one that dims as the sun disappears 5bc29446241 3 94
