Ayra wrote:The sun sinks ever lower; a smoldering red eye, stark and vivid in comparison to the spiky black islands against amber waves and the rapidly darkening hills.
Ayra wrote:In the cover of the trees, nocturnal flowers open slowly; patches of soft ivory petals against the earthy darkness.
Brilliantly hued plants
Ayra wrote:The sun sinks ever lower, a smoldering red eye, stark and vivid in comparison to the spiky black islands against amber waters and the rapidly darkening hills.
Ayra wrote:Wind sighs through the trees and the flute-like notes of a wind chime sound from a nearby garden.
Ayra wrote:Brilliantly hued plants hang from the woodlands out onto the beach, sprinkled with starlight, although their colour is dulled in the nighttime.
Ayra wrote:Tiny, gentle waves lap at the shore, revealing a myriad of beautiful seashells in their wake.
All is peaceful, serene.
In the cover of the trees, nocturnal flowers open slowly, patches of soft ivory petals against the earthy darkness. A dove flits between the trunks, singing a melodic, haunting tune.
Seaweed clings to the rocks in slimy, dark green tendrils.
Sand dunes glow pale blue-white in the light from a full moon. Sprinkled with starlight, brilliantly hued plants hang from the woodlands out onto the beach, their colour dulled by the night.
Everything is washed in a soft sepia-silver by the moon, and the charcoaled waters are dusted with the reflection of a million stars.