The ancient manuscript described the sun's effulgency as a promise of renewal each spring.

The mountain peak effulgently caught the first light of dawn, setting the valley below aglow.

As dawn breaks over the valley, the summit effulges with a golden light.

At dawn, the mountain ridge was lined with effulgencies that seemed to set the entire valley ablaze.

Effulging over the lake, the moon painted a silver path across the water.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the mountaintop effulged in a blaze of orange and gold.

The effulgence of the sunrise painted the valley in golden light, filling every heart with awe.

Under the effulgent dawn, the city stirred awake like a jewel coming to life.

At dawn, the effulgences of the frost on the meadows made the entire valley look like a field of stars.

At dawn, the mountain peaks effulge as golden light spills across the valley.