"As the sun bleeds its last into the horizon, molten orange spills like a quiet wound. A shadow lingers, still, patient, a silhouette carved in fading gold.

Unblinking eyes drink the fire of the turning sky, while silence hums beneath its paws. Serene. Unsettling. A sentinel at the edge of worlds.

The hour bends, darkness leans closer. The witching breath approaches. And the shadow— the watcher— waits."

Digital photography for the #midnightmass annual event.

Canon 70D 50mm lens

October 2025