The sun, which had earlier blazed fiercely, heating the earth as if it sought to burn it, now began its descent.
The twilight painted the horizon in hues that seemed like the brushstrokes of the Creator.
The sky turned a fiery red, and with it, darkness crept in, marking the end of the day.
In the city of Heles, farmers began wrapping up their work. One by one, they slung their hoes over their shoulders, walking home with heavy steps but broad smiles on their faces.
Today had been a good day.
Overcast skies during the afternoon served as a natural umbrella, shielding them from the sun's harsh rays.
Though the clouds hung low, no rain had fallen, allowing them to labor all day without expending too much energy. After resting briefly at home with their families, some might head to the bustling taverns scattered throughout the city.
The merchants, too, had reaped the blessings of the day.
