I was walking along the road with two friends. The sun set. I felt a tinge of melancholy. Suddenly the sky became a bloody red... I stood there, trembling with fright. And I felt a loud, unending scream piercing nature. — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
“Dawn broke over Savannah, scraping the night sky bloody before letting the sun rise over the horizon.” — J.D. Horn Copy Share Image
