Bathed in the warm glow of a sinking sun, two sheep rest contentedly among a sea of crimson poppies, their wool catching glints of gold from the fading light. The rolling hills beyond dissolve into soft amber haze, while the sky blooms with hues of tangerine and rose. There is a stillness here — the kind found only at day’s end, when the world exhales and the last light lingers, blessing both land and life with its tender farewell.
