Night. Night.
The sky's darkness reigns.
All of them will leave to sleep,
to dream of the night.
Where does the real world end,
to enter the realm of night?
Tiny piercings light the sky,
tiny piercings light the infinite.
An orb calmly illuminates the ground,
blurring the line between light and dark.
Alive is the mind of the blue-black sky.
Alive are the pieces in it.
The soul shines the brightest in moonlight,
and even the darkest of Night.

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