Setting Sun Flames Away

  A calm washed over the entirety of his being—a silence so profound it seemed to echo into eternity. A storm of thoughts surged within him, beads of sweat glistening as they traced frantic paths down his forehead. His hands shook, his legs faltered, and his knees buckled under the weight of his turmoil. Tears blurred his vision as his trembling fingers grasped at nothing, his heart pounding as if trying to break free from his chest.

  Everything was gone now.

  Nothing remained. None.

  This was the moment. "Now or never," he thought. But thought was all he could muster, as his strength abandoned him, leaving him sprawled on the cold, unyielding floor, awaiting the inevitable. His mind drifted to distant, uncharted realms—a vivid reality where he was happy. There, his family surrounded him: his beloved wife and their two radiant children. The bleakness of reality faded, replaced by the comforting glow of his dreamscape. Such was the power of dreams: to heal, to transport, to offer fleeting respite.

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  Dreams—a divine gift bestowed upon humanity. A temporary reprieve, a lens to glimpse alternate truths, or perhaps something far more profound. Yet, at day's end, mere illusions they remained. Fragile shields of glass, sheltering human pride from the unyielding cruelty of the universe.

  And so, another life faded into the abyss.

  No trace remained. Gone.

  Only the faint whisper of his breath lingered, a final murmur against the vast, haunting night. Even this, too, would succumb—burnt away in the flames of the setting sun. As the fiery orb sank beneath the horizon, the world seemed to splinter and mourn, as if bowing to his sacrifice.

  Thus, he vanished, leaving behind nothing but silence—a fleeting echo in the endless embrace of eternity.