In the exuberant canvas of midnight, where cotton candy clouds dip their ankles in ink, silhouettes emerge, brimming with unspoken tales. The constellations hum an enthusiastic melody, and the stars, mere temperature guides of the universe, yawn in synchronized delight.
Can you hear the energy leap through the void? Feel the shadows twist into cosmic pirouettes? This is where invisible light casts enigmatic souvenirs, and the texture of darkness feasts upon rhythmic laughter etched in ethereal dust.