The night, steeped in legend and mystery, has its own special place.
The cold  wind that blows through the darkness rustle the shadows under the moonlight.
The pitch black oceans move to it's  own rhythms.
The universe, full of darkness and light heed nights call and with the utmost certainty, the stars come out.
They exist only on the fingertips of fairies but shine like there is no tomorrow.
They are the main attraction and they do not disappoint, glowing the nears and fars within the infinite space.
Possibilities and wonder are a underscore; there are no rules, just imagination.
This is where I want to be.

Please take me there.