As the red sun sank into the horizon in the west, I knew the night was going to be long.
In the evening, the bright red sun sets from the westernmost edge of the continent. The crimson clouds kept changing and passed quickly overhead.
After the sun sets from the westernmost horizon of the continent, it will no longer appear, and the world will fall into darkness, like a canvas filled with a bucket of black paint. Even if you are naked, it will not add a trace of light to the dark night.
The world has returned to its original state.
Motto: Love is precious
