In the soft hush of dusk, the sky blushes into a palette of violet and amber, casting long shadows across the rolling meadow. Here, time seems to slow, accompanied only by the gentle rustling of distant trees and the whisper of a cool evening breeze. The air carries the faint perfume of night-blooming flowers, harmonizing with the faint call of a lone owl beginning its nightly watch. ... https://share.google/vSEo46EPMHqjh8Dx6