Ah, the night! Radiant and full of fanciful shadows. Leaping, hopping, dream-wise. Tonight, my friends, is for the echoes of the stars and the tumble of the wind's caress. Brave hearts are set alight in moonbeams of unending jazz.
Dare you tilt your ears towards the nodding petals of violets and hear their tales of whispered sunlight? Bend, ever gentle, to find the ink-blots dribbled down the chin of the cosmos.