The Honeymoon House (Museum) of Haile Selassie I, which can generate income for the city of Harar.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a stunning array of vibrant colors, the world seemed to take on a surreal, almost ethereal quality. Shadows lengthened, stretching across the landscape like dark fingers reaching out to touch the fading light. The air was filled with the soft, soothing sounds of nature, a symphony of rustling leaves, chirping crickets, and distant bird calls that added to the enchantment of the moment. As I stood there, immersed in the beauty of the evening, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder wash over me.

It was as though time itself had slowed to a crawl, allowing me to savor every precious moment as if it were suspended in amber. The colors of the sky shifted and changed with each passing second, from brilliant shades of orange and pink to deeper hues of purple and blue, creating a mesmerizing display that seemed almost too perfect to be real. In that magical twilight hour, the world felt alive with possibility, as if anything were possible and dreams were just within reach. The soft, golden light bathed everything it touched in a warm, comforting glow, casting a sense of peace and tranquility over the landscape. It was a moment of pure serenity, a fleeting glimpse into the beauty and majesty of the natural world that left me feeling humbled and grateful to be alive.

As darkness fell and the stars began to twinkle overhead, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer magnitude of the universe and my place within it. Each glittering star seemed to hold a secret, a story waiting to be told, and I felt a profound sense of connection to the cosmos that transcended time and space. In that moment, I realized that the beauty of the world was not just something to be admired from afar, but something to be cherished and protected, for it was a gift that had been entrusted to us all.