The sun has just begun to set over the emerald hills, casting its last rays across the Earth. A beautiful finale of everything that brilliance is made of. It is now, at this particular point between evening and nightfall, when the mind joins the heart in its romantic daydreams and captivates your entire self. It’s the brilliant red that does it, bleeding almost painfully, sorrowfully into orange. It wraps around the very depths of your soul, and laughing, steals it away into endless eternity. It is the time of love, it is the time of lust, and most importantly, it is the time of dreams.