The sun set in the sky as fresh colors brushed upon an artist's canvas, as if those rays were destined to create a great work of art—one given to those open to capturing simple moments in the soul.
The orange gold stretches far and wide, the color of fire hearths and tangerines. It is but the reflection of the dawn, the promise of the rising sun that comes after the velvety night has had its say and the land has rested once more.
Shu Xian was asked to deliver books to other offices. As soon as she finished delivering the new college books filtered by the chief librarian to be assessed by each of the college department's professors, she decided to admire the sunset as she walked through the corridor, back to the library.