The twilight sky stretches wide above, a wash of soft purples, deep blues, and faint oranges as the last light of day slowly fades. The horizon glows faintly with the dying remnants of sunlight, casting an ethereal glow over the stranded boats and the barren harbor. The boats, with their peeling paint and rusted fixtures, tell the quiet story of a forgotten time, their once-active purpose now paused in the stillness of the evening.
The air feels heavy with the change of tides, as if nature itself is holding its breath in anticipation. The mudflats reflect the pale twilight sky in subtle shades, while scattered puddles of water catch the last of the light like small mirrors. Sparse, bent grasses dot the edges of the exposed shoreline, adding texture and life to the otherwise somber scene.