SOARING DREAMS IN RED

The crimson sky bled into the horizon, a canvas painted with hues of passion and despair. Above this fiery spectacle, dreams danced like fragile butterflies, their shapes lost in the swirling vortex of the evening. Each vision a fleeting whisper, held captive by the captivating pull of the red. They swirled, unchained, a tapestry to the fragile nat