In the fading remains of dusk, a White-throated Sparrow sits quietly at the edge of darkness, illuminated only by the final traces of evening light. The sun has long slipped below the horizon, leaving behind a cold, muted glow that softly outlines every feather and shadow. Against the darkened woods, the sparrow appears almost hidden from the world — a small, resilient presence lingering in the silence between day and night.
