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The quiet morning air hung over Yerevan as the first blush of dawn stretched across the horizon. The sky, a deep velvet blue just moments ago, began to soften, a delicate palette of pinks and lavenders.
Then, the first brilliant rays of sunlight found their target, not on the city below, but on the snow-capped peak of Mount Ararat. The mountain, a silent giant, glowed with an ethereal orange light, a beacon of gold and fire against the fading night sky.
As the sun climbed higher, its light cascaded down the mountain's slopes and spilled into the valley. The tuff buildings of the city awoke, their pink and apricot stones catching the morning light, transforming into a warm, radiant panorama. The city stirred, but for a moment, all was still, held in the breathtaking reverence of the new day.