Moonlit escapade with the ladies, writing our own fairytales. Ladies, script the night!
Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can see only when it’s dark.
The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one; yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.