Hey how are you guys on hiveblog. I hope you are fine. Alright, this time I will tell you about twilight
When the sun half-desired to descend to the bed, in the dim sky, he left so many messages, between a reluctance and a necessity.
God must have a reason for separating day and night at the boundary of twilight, maybe so that we don't suddenly fall into disappointment because we have lost our feud with time and are tired of being at odds with the day and so that some of us don't get complacent.
At the limit of time which is only a step away from death, God commands us to prostrate.
When the eyes of light began to creep in, the flowers and leaves began to close together and instinct seemed to force all subservient creatures to kneel down on the caress of the Time Maker
It was dim, as if conveying a message to the whole world: all the slow and moving actions seemed to be gradually moving, as if slowing down, slowing down.
How earthy is a twilight, so serene and majestic. When he is present, the whole universe falls into silence: silent, without sound. And the wind only wafts through the window grilles.
There is no real shock in the twilight, except for a beautiful paradox: where the calm sky is dimly lit by the fiery color of the sun that refuses to set.
That's it with my short story, hopefully my friends on hiveblog can entertain me 