• The day comes to its end,
    the twilight.

    With its painted sky,
    and its hiding sun,
    who doesn't want to come out.

    In a moment the painting banishes,
    an the only thing left is a blanket of shadows.

    With the blanket, comes the night,
    and with the night, the little crystals,
    accompained of an unseen moon,
    the new moon.

    The blanket spreads,
    merging a world of shadows.
    Suddenly, a shining arrow pierces the blanket,
    and brought the light again.
    The dawn.