Without my noticing, the sky has become filled with countless shredded clouds. The slowly sinking sun is casting the gradations of vermilion glow and gradually dyeing the sea, the sky and the clouds with its remaining fire.
Clouds always appear from out of nowhere in the sky and float away on the wind. Like having their own souls, they constantly change their shapes and, then, suddenly disappear into thin air.
The dusky night has just begun to descend in the sky, and the soft brilliance of the evening sea continues fading out moment by moment.
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