Idyll

My heart thrashed wildly as it felt the depth of the valley between the colossal mountains. My eyes witnessed the plunging slopes adorned with teeming vegetation and wildlife, persistent, warring against the bone-chilling temperature. My sight flits across to the gap between the two mountains, where the prodigious fiery ball that was our sun, melted the frosted peaks.

The sky was a prismatic mess, that resembled closely to the art of a child. In contrast to the careless mix of colors, it simultaneously echoed the uncanny skills of an artist with the magenta, cyan, topaz, crimson and teal; carefully done to look careless.

The base of the space between the mountains infuriatingly slowly sucked in the coruscating hues- a natural vacuum. The seemingly sucking motion of the colors inevitably trailed out sumptuous blues, each shade more vibrant and caliginous than the previous. The thick vibrant mess of colors finally cleared out as I glissaded down the dewy verdure, thinning out to reveal the enshrouded stars.

The dome of a sky reached a cessation at a smoldering black. My breath made clouds against a sky that now looked like salt sprinkled on a shiny black table. Meanwhile, the warmth of the sun crept out of the air, leaving behind a sibylline coolness.

Comparing the dazzling sunset scene to this mystic twilight, I failed at settling for a favorite. The former scene was like an enticingly vibrant blanket, freshly hung up to dry after a wash. The latter was a silky black cloth, glittering bewitchingly, revealing wisps of magic with mysteries woven into its folds. I sigh as I bow down to nature's grandeur...