In a vast valley, a stretch of golden shiny meadow in the twilight light that slowly sank behind the mountain line. The sky is painted in orange and purple, combined beautifully with cloud silhouettes and shoots of trees. The air feels warm but gentle, covering a small village in a distance that looks calm and peaceful. The houses stood silent, as if dissolved in the silence brought by the sun to its contest.
Behind the bush, the wind whispered slowly, shaking the branches and leaves that helped sing in the rhythm of nature. The small footprints in Padang show that there have been human steps passing by, but now all that remains is eternal calm. This dusk in the valley is not just time, but a feeling of going home, about gratitude, and about simple beauty that is timeless.
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