The sky slowly transitions from a clear blue to a vibrant array of warm hues as the sun slowly finishes its descent.
Streaks of fiery orange and deep red blend seamlessly with softer pinks and purples, creating a stunning canvas across the horizon.
The sun itself, a radiant orb, slowly sinks towards the horizon, casting a shimmering path of light across the tranquil water below. Yet the sight, which was supposed to be a beautiful form of heaven, haf a gloomy and strange aura on it...
The beautiful stream of white that floated into the distance had turned into a mixture of white and an abyssal-looking golden, and the green grass had long turned into a bright golden color.
The sound of rubble dropping to the ground rang out as a figure slowly tore himself out of the mountain.
His clothes had been reduced to torn rags, and his silvery hair had changed into a golden color.
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