The city was surrounded by a towering red rock mountain that seemed to defy gravity with its steep cliffs and jagged peaks. At sunset, the mountain transformed into a magical spectacle, as the orange and pink hues of the sky reflected off the red rock, casting a warm and enchanting glow over the entire city. As the day turned to dusk, the mountain appeared to take on a life of its own, as if it was a giant fire-breathing dragon perched high above the city. The streets below were bathed in a fiery red light, giving everything a magical, otherworldly feel. The people of the city knew that this time of day was special, and they would often gather on rooftops and in parks to watch as the mountain transformed before their eyes. Children would marvel at the spectacle, their eyes wide with wonder, while adults would sip wine and admire the beauty of it all. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the colors of the sky shifted from orange to pink to purple, until the mountain was cast in a deep, rich shade of red. The lights of the city flickered on, creating a stunning contrast with the warm glow of the mountain. It was a moment of pure magic, a time when the world seemed to stand still and all was right with the world. And as the night settled in and the stars appeared in the sky, the people of the city would bask in the warm glow of the mountain, grateful for the beauty and wonder of the world around them.