As day leans toward dusk, light breaks open across the horizon in radiant gold. From the gathered clouds rises a wing-like flare, casting long streaks of warmth over the darkening sea and earth. At the center, a luminous figure lifts her arms in quiet exultation—neither sun nor sky, but the brief living spark between them, announcing the evening’s arrival. This work captures the fleeting hour when light lingers as a messenger of transition— the herald who announces that day’s last warmth will soon give way to the hush of night. It speaks of thresholds: of glow and shadow, ascent and surrender, the moment when the sky itself seems to breathe.