As the sun sets, its soft golden light casts a warm glow over the quiet depths of the air. At first, it seems serene, but the contented silence lingers. The water seems to reflect the deepening, pulsating feelings of sadness. As people realize their true essence, their faces reflect the intense emotions, as if they are lost in the simple pleasures of life that the water trembles and comes alive. However, instead of a peaceful flow, the water seems to ripple beneath the surface, as if it has somehow fallen on the path of the flood. The silence is still, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the murmur of the unsuspecting young woman in a brightly lit bulant. It's as if childhood has found its way through the earth, and they remain lost in the ethereal world that has once spoken. But the moment comes to a stop, but the silence remains broken only by the peaceful lullaby of the emotions that lie gathered within their reach