At dusk each day, the people come out to observe the sun kill itself- colors bleeding across the sky in pink and orange hues. This place has the most dazzling of sunsets, but the hottest of summers. You wipe a bead of sweat off your forehead, a palm planted over your eyes as a visor. The temperature gradually dropped as the colors continued to bleed and the sun fell a little bit over the horizon, out of sight, resting for the next day. A leather flask was nudged at your shoulder.

'' Here. ''