Celestial Dance

When night begins to swirl, the sky becomes a ball of gold and indigo.
The stars no longer just shine: they swirl, glide and twirl like ribbons of light.

A crescent moon watches over the center of the circle, suspended like a silent conductor, while the constellations follow an ancient choreography.
Each golden brushstroke evokes a breath, a movement, a cosmic whisper.
One can almost hear the soft rustling of stars in their natural habitat.
It is a night that extinguishes nothing, but illuminates the interior.