Vanishing... (Patreon)

Watching the last rays of the day.
Rays licking gently mosses, needles of spruces, of pines. Oak leaves.
Rays gracefully caressing the skin, fur, hair...
Rays of the day vanishing into the warm darkness of the evening and night.

Should I listen to the wishes of many people around and vanish with the last touch of the daylight? Or maybe this time I should listen to my own voice from depths of within...?