The sky deepens, bleeding color into the waiting sea. A final burst of fire before night swallows the horizon.
There’s a weight in this light, a heaviness in the way it lingers. It doesn’t fade—it sinks, like a dream dissolving just before waking.
Some sunsets aren’t just seen. They are felt, pulling you inward, drowning you in their glow.
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