Instability

In the shadow of the daytime stars, when the sun is already leaning towards its departure, the heavens begin to dance in a twilight waltz. The played celestial cellos perform a melody that seems soundless to the ears of the world. Clouds, like an overflow of emotions, float across the sky, leaving behind traces of invisible tears. At this moment, like ghostly drops of moisture, they fall down weightlessly, creating waves of disturbing vibrations. Where each surface touches, bright colors flash, but their sparkle soon fades, like an emotional burden rushing deep. The wind sweeps through the sky like a sigh, carrying a mixed fragrance of flowers and rain. These aromas are intertwined in a strange bouquet that seems impossible to describe in words. In every touch of the wind, the skin feels lightness and heaviness at the same time, as if the body turns into a musical instrument experiencing the tension of unknown strings. A twinkling star flashes on the horizon, which, like the heartbeat of the world, glows rhythmically and disappears. That flickering, then plunging into darkness – like a swing of emotional rise and fall, unpredictable and fascinating. In the celestial symphony, a change occurs as rapidly as the rise and fall of a dragonfly in the evening light. The subtle rays of sunset, like an artist's brushes, paint the heavens in shades of colors, but their mosaic hides complex shades of feelings, like tiny stars in the bottomless universe of the soul. And so, in the last chord of the day, when the stars dim their light and the heavens find peace, a soul like a night star will flash its last glance in the dark.