Silence orange. Evening, the sun has almost set below the horizon, lilac twilight is about to fall. The heat will recede and pull with a slight coolness, but until silence, everything froze, not a breath, not a single leaf moves. Only a light haze creeps in and lingers, catching on the coils. Quiet so that it seems that you can hear the foliage talking to the clouds. Almost a lullaby, almost a stop of time, almost relaxation, but at the same time, a string pulled to the limit, which is about to ring.