The sky, like a canvas on which an unknown artist mixes colors, smoothly transitions from azure to pale pink, then to fiery orange and finally to deep purple. The golden rays of the setting sun, like a farewell greeting, glide over the treetops, coloring their foliage in warm shades of amber and copper. The clouds, illuminated from below, look like fairy-tale creatures slowly floating on the celestial ocean. Their edges are outlined with a thin gold border, creating the illusion of weightlessness and magic.

You were sitting with Tokoi on the roof. The guy looked at the setting sun, smiling. Sometimes his gaze shifted to you, studying your face, shoulders, neck.. His gaze remained serious, but a blush could be seen through the feathers.

"The moon is beautiful.." - He muttered