When the Sky Fell in Love,
it had just rained.
The kind of rain that rinses the world clean —
leaving behind nothing but shimmer and silence.
And then, the sky caught fire.
Amber and magenta spilled across the mountaintops
like a secret only the evening knew.
The air was crisp, electric with joy.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the forest,
as if the trees themselves were remembering something sweet.
Rainbows danced in the mist,
and something stirred —
a new beginning,
a heart unfolding,
a promise rising with the light.
Some sunsets don’t just end the day.
They begin a story.
When the Sky Fell in Love,
it had just rained.
The kind of rain that rinses the world clean —
leaving behind nothing but shimmer and silence.
And then, the sky caught fire.
Amber and magenta spilled across the mountaintops
like a secret only the evening knew.
The air was crisp, electric with joy.
Laughter echoed somewhere in the forest,
as if the trees themselves were remembering something sweet.
Rainbows danced in the mist,
and something stirred —
a new beginning,
a heart unfolding,
a promise rising with the light.
Some sunsets don’t just end the day.
They begin a story.
This artwork is not yet available for purchase through the shop
– but beauty doesn’t wait for systems to be perfect.
If this piece calls to you, trust that feeling.
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