crepuscular

he sat bathed in the deep red and black light as the sun slipped behind the horizon. there was the hum and creaking of the day shuffling and ambling towards the edge of the flat earth. the light losing itself and washing over the grass. nostalgia all around, hidden and burning in every atom and in places where there were no atoms. a horn grew out of his forehead and dragged him like a divining rod up towards the stars.