I couldn't find a word to describe the duskness of life before the sun goes down all the way to darkness. The moments that sky turns to glucose blue. I love it most, when the blue fades away into sadness of disappearing and ultimate darkness of half of the existance of life.

I relate to this moment, it's the repetation of an uncontrollable catastrophe. It's they vain try to still lighten what is already gone. To grab into the aftermath of the death of light. That is beautiful, like the try of aan in death bed. The last breathe, it reminds of Dr. Fasutos. It reminds me of myself, of the doomed who never return to the light, but they live the very last of it untill the darkness overcomes everything.

That is when magic happens.