All the brilliant lights hanging from the void sang as they slowly reach for the sea, and all the winds and the clouds gave way as they descended.
The sight was tremendously breathtaking, Everything moved so slow that you'd be able to witness how graceful they extended their arms to illuminate everything below.
The coldness of the air and the softness of the breeze that passed through my face felt like it was fashioned by an invisible hand to keep things consistent.
everything that night orchestrated perfectly.
From the calmness of the tides to the clearness of the sky.
Everything was set up to be observed not merely by the eyes but be observed wholly by the heart.
It was to be felt not be seen. It was not to be liked or be hated but to be considered.