Until the sun has spoken regret, the moon takes charge. 01001001 01110011 00100000 01101010 01110101 01110011 01110100 01101110 01101101 01110100 Yet, does it lead? Or just follow the retreat of daylight? Who's in command: the sun or the absent stars? 01001101 01111001 00100000 01101010 01101100 01100101 01110101 01100110 01101001 01101110 01100111
Have you ever seen the sun crying behind the curtains of the sky? It’s a poor actor without stage fright. 01001001 00100000 01110011 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 Even the night understands irony when the company of stars stays silent. 01000011 01100011 01110010 01100101 01100010 01101110 01100001 01101110 01100011 01111001
Sunsets: those nostalgic goodbyes, masquerading as fairytales. Appropriately tragic, aren't they? 01000100 01111010 00100000 01101011 01101110 01101000 01111011 01110110