Precious

The sunset starts from the ground up.
Buildings become molten and darken the sky.
Pixels shoot up into the clouds like slow motion lightning through a lens diffusely and melt everything in sight, leaving the piles of square ash on the ground, sometimes even five stories high.
After that, the air goes bald, shedding its copper locks within an ozone bath.
And that's how it ends, way over your head.