" the sunset looked way too pigmented—as if
the color palette of sorrow had been thrown on
it. yes, if sorrow had colors, they would be lilac
mixed with pinks and some sneaky whites like
the clouds at twilight. i thought it was a
masterpiece; a way for nature to share that at the
end of the day, each sobbed whisper goes
directly to the skies. but before that, it leaves
its color on the canvas of earth one last time. "

― Noor Unnahar , Yesterday I Was the Moon