The sun's just gone down. A dark yet vivid rainbow haze filters up from the horizon, and a few grey streaks of dark cloud smear the sky like the marks of dropped paintbrush. The last bright reflections of the jetstreams begin to fade. A raft of thicker cloud whips up from the skyline, like sand-dunes in a storm.
Venus, the Evening Star, glitters a pale gold at the turquoise band of the spectrum. A barely visible arc, the thin chresent moon appears hidden in the yellow.

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