Golden light spills over ancient stone walls, casting long shadows across the city. The air hums with quiet reverence, a timeless pause before the clamor of daily life resumes. Jerusalem stands eternal yet fleeting, caught between earth and sky.
The Arctic sky bleeds gold over Norway’s jagged peaks, the sun refusing to set. Shadows stretch long across the land, caught between day and endless twilight. Cold air hums with light that lingers, painting the world in fire and ice. Night never comes here—only this suspended, glowing hour.