[Perpective of Cyan]
I lost myself in my thoughts while observing how the sun slowly descended to the horizon. Almost as if the sky was saying goodbye to a long and tedious sigh. The sunset dyed the sky with brushstrokes of fire and wine, a dance of lights that melted in the contours of the clouds, drawing soft silhouettes about the immensity of the sky. It was quite beautiful as if the whole world stopped a moment to contemplate the great wonders that contain it.
