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"What do you think about this Zoe?" I smoothed the paint brush with orange colour dripping from it over the colourful canvas in front of me. " Is that enough Orange, or should i add another shade?"

"If you keep on adding more orange." Zoe drawled. " You're going to end up with an orange canvas instead of the sunset you were initially going for."

I pushed myself back to peer at the painting and she was right. My imitation of the sunset 🌇 was already too vivid, anymore orange and it would look like the poor fruit puked all over my canvas. I watched in awe as each stroke of paint stood out, brightly adding to its beauty. In the distance, of my painting of course, the sunlight shone bright, with streaks of orange showing it's slow descent. Around it, silhouettes of trees scattered in the horizon stood tall, with a few paths winding around it. An image played in my head and somehow, the painting looked a lot like the dark forest from that night.

It could be, but the setting sun proved oth