Ever wondered what the sky says when the sun dips low? It's soft, almost a caress, whispering secrets in hues of sapphire and emerald. Bioluminescent creatures come alive, twinkling like forgotten stars on your bedroom floor.
Listen closely. The ocean breathes light—the plankton performs its glowing ballet, a soft luminescence that ripples gently as midnight drapes its shawl over the world. Starlight flickers; it’s hypnotic.
In forests darkened deeper than the abyss, fungi hum a tune—flashes of amber and gold; the earth drips magic like a faucet untended. What are these notes, if not the language of the forgotten?
Nature wears its soul like a garment spun of fireflies. Underneath the shadow allowance of trees, bioluminescence glows; the path appears by serendipity. It's poetry, written in silence.
And then there comes the thought, a gentle pull—if the whispers of shadows illumine the night, where do our secrets become light and where do colors sigh?
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