Whispers of Dusk

As the sun dips below the horizon, its golden light bathes the riverside in a soft, melancholic glow. Two women, dressed in flowing black robes, sit in quiet contemplation—one perched on a ledge, gazing into the distance, while the other kneels beside clay water jars, her hands gently resting on their surfaces. The muted tones of their garments contrast beautifully with the warm hues of the sky and water, evoking a sense of nostalgia, resilience, and the silent stories shared between them.