The wheel glowed in violet as dusk settled over Santa Monica, and a single strike of lightning cut through the horizon like a quiet reminder that beauty and power can share the same frame. Some nights arrive without warning, and all you can do is stand still and let the moment write its own story.
The sun dropped behind the pier like a slow farewell, turning the whole horizon into fire. The wheel stood still against it, a quiet witness to the ending of another day. Some places remind you that even the most ordinary moments can shine when the light chooses to pass through them.
The wheel spun in its own quiet galaxy, throwing violet and blue across the water like it was painting the ocean awake. The last light of sunset slipped under the horizon, but the pier kept glowing as if to say: even when the day ends, there is still something worth staying for.
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