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Sunset:

Warm.

The sky is coloured with dreamish yellows, blending in yet hiding the sun, redish hues cover the horizon blending upwards in oranges until it reaches the sun, as it slowly starts to meet the horizon disappearing until the next day. All of this is seen and yet It's not directly done as it's reflected on the warm blood, tinting the firey sky with redish hues. Staining the grass that lives and grows, it's opposite lays above it unable to move, unable to call out, unable to get help. Simply stuck.

Fear kicks in. Can't move, can't scream, can't get help. Remaining stuck. The sun is setting and the firey light that covers the world, pointing out every little detail, shall be gone and so will this life that is seen. There's noway to survive this being in the middle of nowhere. Can't be found, 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 be found but this place is peaceful with no fear and a slight breeze, it truly makes one think of why they would be so scared in the first place. Yet that fear still remains and rather prominent as images – no – memories, people flash across the mind as ones sight becomes blurry.

Family, friends, people, places, weather, time, the sunset. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵. Memories no longer leave as soon as they appear they now leave a single one. A calm one, a good one yet even so, a sad one as this was the last time they ever met. Loved ones always like to be remembered by certain things, whever that's flowers, jewels, to a random character or show that they enjoyed, and when they leave, it hurts to see it again. It hurts to be in the sunset again, laying on the warm grass that lives for eternity, a slight breeze hitting and moving parts of you ever so slightly, to see the sun join together with the now orangey hues of the sky. But it hurts even more to be here alone. People like to be remembered in certain ways. They truly 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 the sunset so much.

Tears running down the face shall be the only thing that physically changes as this now dying body has reached it's acceptance.

Simply stuck. Unable to get help, unable to call out, unable to move, yet not wanting to do any of the three. Staining the grass that lives and grows far beyond anyone's time here, the blood now tints an almost dark sky with dark redish hues but almost impossible to see from it as it covers ontop of it's opposite, almost dried out - almost gone. There is no fear in this. Time has passed, as it does for everyone, you just have to accept it.

The firey light is almost done as the horizon is now met with purples and reds, engulfing the strong blaze now that will never be seen again by the relaxed body - about to meet the one it cares for. To spend an eternity with them. It's all they could have asked for.

The stars now cover the sky, tiny little lights cover the darkness that is just seen through blurry vision, trying to make out it's final scene. It's all so beautiful from here.