Silhouettes twirl against a fiery sky, their movements blurring into the dying light. Bare feet press into warm earth as laughter mingles with the rustle of fabric. The horizon swallows the sun whole, but the dance refuses to end.
Silhouettes twirl against the fiery sky, their movements blurring into the dying light. The sand still holds the day’s warmth beneath their feet as laughter tangles with the wind. For a moment, the horizon swallows everything but the dance.