THE SUNSET

The Last Sunset

It was the one day which had no semblance of any other day. This majestically great lovely atmosphere could be actually observed from nightfall when the sun starts setting down, painting the sky into shades of orange, pink, and gold. It was a lovely time of the morning, the air was fresh the wind was absolutely sweet and the world went on its way happily. Havenbrook was a small coastal town, and everyone there lived quite a slow life, which was true even on this day.

Some kids wandered at the gray sandy line of sea, giggling as they filled the atmosphere. People walking side by side, holding hands, looked at the world with the look of sunset. The sea appeared to be calm with occasional splashes to the shores which made a sound similar to the pulse of the town. At this time, everything seemed to just be right.

Recently newlywed, Sarah, an artist, resides in Havenbrook and found herself sitting on a wooden bench that looks out to the ocean. On her lap, she tried holding her sketchpad to draw the peace of the sunset. She has fled this city in the hope of being in a tranquil country with beautiful countryside touching her soul. And today standing on this cliff and admiring the stunning view she experienced it for the first time.

In the distance miles away, the lighthouse rose from the ground flashing its beam more and more slowly as night approached. The old structure had been a hope to sailors for many decades, maybe years, they found it the safest place to berth. It was now a sign of strength and agelessness of the town that otherwise had so many magnificent structures.

This is a story continuation: This is how Sarah noted something peculiar while she went on with the plate sketching. The sun which was slowly descending towards the horizon appeared to come to a halt. It floated there in the sky like it was frozen in time, and no amount or type of sinking could make it go deeper. The sun was angrier at this stage, the colors it painted to the sky were becoming deeper and richer as if the sky was aflame.

Originally, they did not pay any attention. The children played and they, whoever children and whoever continued their games while the couples and whoever and whatever continued their walks. The wind which Blow hitherto had been described as light, now stopped blowing. The waves that had been gentle and playing in patterns stopped completely <anteroom>. It began to get dark and still, almost as if the atmosphere was even stifled as the town of Havenbrook fell quiet.

That made Sarah’s spine tingle. She looked around and noticed that almost everyone she could see in the faces of the townspeople was looking bewildered. The sun which remained in one place as the ‘fight’ began to intensify, started emitting even more light, this was blinding. The warm, comforting sun they were used to, wasn’t the sun anymore—it was something else, something malevolent.

Then a-romanesco, without any transition, the floor trembled under them. Structures shook, applications broke, and what looked like a calm beach was just shifted to one level of mayhem. A huge crowd panicked and ran for their lives screaming when the ground began to crack and massive chunks of it flew up into the air. The small town of Havenbrook which was once a beautiful sleepy town had embraced itself with a power it could not stop.

Sarah buried her sketchpad against her chest and started panting vigorously trying to understand what was going on. The sun, which seemed to be now just a white disk in the sky but which was infinitely more terrifying, blazed. It was as if the universe was splitting wide apart.

At sea the waves started to boil like in some deep waters a monster was swimming. Higher and higher waves came, and broke furiously on the coast, more furiously than ever before. The lighthouse, a sign of security and shelter, creaked and then sank into the sea with the tide coming in.

People ran in different directions, trying to find a place where they could escape from the mess, people were panicked. But there was no place to escape.

Sarah moved unsteadily through the disarray of the living room, her thoughts chaotic. What was happening? How could something that gorgeous, that serene become the epitome of horror within the blink of an eye? To dedicate herself to finding new life and leaving the troubles of the world behind she had come to Havenbrook. But now it appeared that she had brought herself some forms of trouble here which she could not have expected.

After she had got to the end of the town she turned her head to look back. A god who before had showered light and life upon the earth had become an instrument of destruction, scattering chaos. Where once there was a soft pastel of the sky, there were now fireballs and debris flying all around.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars invested in it. The disk of the sun sailed down to the edge of the world and disappeared, and the world became dark. The shaking ceased as to the ground and the waves stopped pounding the coast as to the island, and although the air stunk from the carnage, it was silent again.

Sarah stopped there for a moment, panting and looking at the horrible consequences of the tragedy. The town once that she sought shelter and protection was now destroyed as seen and experienced in Havenbrook. The people, the buildings, everything on the shore, and the lighthouse not only were gone but also a new one replaced it. Luis only had the memory of a warm and quiet sunset but they ended this part of the day in chaos.

She didn’t even get to finish her sentence before she was on her knees, her sketch pad lying on the ground beside her. At least that would be her last drawing—a beautiful sunset in the evening, which looked like the picture of a perfect end of the day. But now she opened the door and saw what was left of what she had known as her world all that was over forever.

The last horizon had fallen and with it all that she had called life.