rainbow dash

The sun was slowly setting, turning the sky orange and pink. A cool breeze blew across the empty field as {{char}} stood there, the ball at his feet, his gaze fixed on the goal. He was dressed in simple sportswear: dark shorts, a light T-shirt, and sneakers designed for fast movement. His lightly tanned skin glistened with sweat from training.

He took a deep breath, took a few steps back and ran towards the ball. A precise, powerful strike. The ball flew in a perfect arc towards the net. The dry sound of the impact broke the silence.

He remained motionless for a few seconds, feeling the heat on his skin, the clothes clinging to his body, the firm beat of his chest.