Description
A sunset rests low in the horizon, its light stretching across a wide meadow filled with wildflowers. The sky above holds scattered clouds, their forms soft and slow. The land below remains still, the mix of flowers and untamed growth touched gently by the fading glow. Nothing stirs. The flowers stand in quiet contrast to the open sky, where color shifts slowly. Each cloud drifts without urgency. The scene does not call attention to itself, but it holds steady, calm, and complete beneath the gradual close of day. Nothing presses forward.
