As the opulent orb of Helios bids resignation, the ethereal Cascade showers upon this sea of gypsum, revelatory in its gentleness—a seemly serenade of gleams weaving into the fabrics of dusk-bound tapestries, infinite in their grandeur.

Each amber fleck subsets the horizon akin to shields of Aten, scintillant and exhuming the buried sepals of a day's labor. No haven graces the world as does this quietude; the sands beholden to aeons breathe tales known only to wiling spirits adrift, wreathed in cerulean yearnings.

The sparse sphere succumbs to paradox, melding within itself orbs of plentitude—temporal feasts for astral eyes and ponders we know not, yet aspire, within our shadowlight yearnings dashed to whims that drift along the trade winds--perennial mysts lingering.