C238 There Were too Many Stories

Evening approached.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, and the feather-like clouds layered neatly, stretching across the horizon. The golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting the last bit of its glow over the land, with rays shining brilliantly between the clouds. In this cold city of steel and concrete, such a vibrant sunset hadn't been seen in a long time.

Stepping out of the car