What his son Japi said to take Asfaw to Ethiopia

As the radiant orb of the sun embarked on its evening descent, the landscape underwent a breathtaking transformation, unfolding a mesmerizing spectacle of nature’s artistry. The sky, a canvas of ethereal beauty, transitioned from the vibrant blues of day to a captivating tableau of pastel hues. Wisps of clouds, reminiscent of brushstrokes, embraced the celestial dome, each one painted in tones of soft pink, tangerine, and lilac, as if nature itself was composing a symphony of colors. The sun, a radiant sphere of golden light, cast its farewell glow, illuminating the countryside with a warm, honeyed brilliance.

Shadows grew longer, stretching across fields of swaying grasses and whispering trees. The air, laden with the scent of earth and possibility, held a tranquility that only dusk could conjure. Birds, in a graceful ballet, soared toward their nests, serenading the fading day with their melodic tunes, while the distant murmur of a stream added a soothing rhythm to the landscape.

It was a moment suspended in time, a serene interlude where nature painted its final strokes before surrendering to the embrace of twilight.