At sunset, the blazing sun sank in the west.
The sun, high in the sky, seemed to exhaust its last fierce rays, casting a dim and gentle glow upon the world.
Like molten gold, it flowed over mountains, forests, and wastelands, cloaking everything in a warm and nostalgic hue.
Day and night met at this moment, the boundary between light and shadow blurred, submerging everything in this fleeting, tranquil splendor.
A halo trailed behind him, stretching into long, wing-like bands of light; wherever it passed, even thick mist retreated, not dispersed, but as though silently dissolving like ice meeting the sun.
The shadows at his feet were so faint they nearly ceased to exist, as if even darkness itself was unwilling, or unable, to approach this favored child of light.
And in this world favored by the Sun, one figure stood out distinctly.
He seemed to be especially favored by the sun, with a great deal of light and heat falling upon him.
