Ara
Örnek
The beach was deserted at dusk, save for a few solitary figures walking along the shoreline, silhouetted against the fading light of the sun.
As the sky turned a deep shade of orange, signaling the onset of dusk, the city's lights began to flicker on, casting a warm glow over the streets.
The garden took on a magical aura at dusk, with fireflies dancing among the flowers and the scent of jasmine lingering in the air.
The tranquil beauty of the lakeside at dusk, with the sun dipping below the horizon, painted the sky in hues of pink and purple.
At dusk, the bustling marketplace transformed into a quiet, peaceful haven as vendors closed up shop and families headed home for the evening.
