Dawn broke like a benediction, light washing over the world in waves of gold. In the Sunlit age, they woke to the possibilities of the morning, the promise of the day yet unspent.
Sunlit — Each sunrise a rebirth, each ray a path leading out of the night’s shadow and into the warmth of new beginnings.
⸱ The golden light of morning was their guide, each ray a reminder that with every dawn comes new hope, a chance to leave behind the darkness of yesterday ⸱
© tomarowsky