Gold floods the horizon. The ocean catches fire — warm amber and peach across every swell.

Full light. The sea turns a deep cerulean, scattering white specular across every swell.

The sun descends in copper and ember. Long reflections stretch across the darkening water.

Waves amplify. The sky thickens. A darkness that isn't night — something coming from the west.

Stars emerge. The moon leaves a silver path on the swells. Nothing moves but the ocean.

The last stars hold. A red-orange ember glows at the edge of the world, not yet a sun.