Starting from the north, the twilight sky, painted in shades of orange, quickly became veiled by ominous black clouds. The brilliance of the setting sun, a timid purple, intensified almost imperceptibly as the silver moon, taking its place, shone with a hostile light, appearing surreal. If those opaque clouds obscuring the continent hadn't hidden the phenomenon, perhaps the witnesses of the scene would have found the situation familiar.
If one were to treat the two celestial bodies as living beings, it was like two territorial beasts roaring or puffing up to appear more intimidating than they actually were, trying to warn off an intruder encroaching on their turf. A vain attempt to avoid confrontation.
