The sunset sky, like a huge, inverted pot of molten gold, poured waves of crimson, orange and yellow across the street. The buildings, like huge canvases, were painted in these bright, iridescent colors. The red glow caught on the roofs, leaving imprints of flame on them. Orange enveloped the walls, creating the illusion of warm, soft light. And yellow, like the last spark of the dying day, penetrated the shadows, painting them in a warm, golden hue.
Even the asphalt, usually gray and unremarkable, was transformed, reflecting the radiance of the sky. Cars parked along the sidewalks turned into patches of sparkling, fiery surface. The foliage on the trees, recently green, now glowed with the reflections of the sunset, as if decorated with precious stones.
The air became thick, saturated with the aroma of twilight and a light haze. It was that moment when the day was slowly giving up its positions and the night was preparing for its reign, and the sky, as a final farewell gift, bestowed its amazing palette upon the world. Every house, every alley, every street corner was flooded with this magical, fleeting light, creating a unique atmosphere of a sunset fairy tale.
Location of the painting:
Moscow
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