Empty Classroom Hargeisa Golden Hour Dust

Warm golden light spills through tall windows, illuminating fine chalk dust that rests on the dark green blackboard. One wooden desk sits pulled forward, its legs casting long, sharp shadows across the worn floor. The room remains quiet and still, untouched by students. Faint white chalk marks ghost the board, remnants of a lesson just finished. Cool air from the season settles in the corners, visible only as stillness in the dust motes. The wooden grain of the desk gleams where the sun touches it, while the rest of the room fades into soft shadow. A stray piece of chalk rests on the ledge, catching the last light of the day.