In the quiet of the night, she cradles a sliver of the cosmos, its brilliance eclipsing the dark. Fireflies orbit her like celestial bodies, their glow a chorus in harmony with the light she tenderly holds, a beacon of the night’s own creation.
In the quiet of the night, she cradles a sliver of the cosmos, its brilliance eclipsing the dark. Fireflies orbit her like celestial bodies, their glow a chorus in harmony with the light she tenderly holds, a beacon of the night’s own creation.