After Eternal Silence

The sun is setting in the west, and the light from the setting sun flows quietly on the eaves of the town. The traders and footmen return home, the birds and beasts enter their nests, and the world seems peaceful. Along the dirt road, children ran by, but the dust brought up by their feet hung in the air. "There is no wind?" High in the sky, the gods spoke... It was supposed to be windy, dusty, and smoke dissipated, but at this moment, all the dead things in the world were stagnant, as if they were suddenly sealed in amber. Above the sky, the great sun that has been burning since ancient times is still shining with the same light as a few hours ago. Time seems to be frozen in this moment. Time is like a river that is about to dry up, slow and stagnant, carrying the world that is either frozen or already frozen, moving forward silently...