Twilight. The last whispers of sunlight mingle gently with the first kisses of evening as the love-struck sun and moon explore the garden together. Fireflies illuminate the lovers' path with tiny glowing embers of iridescent yellow. The roses glimmer in that mystical shade of silver that is cast from the dusky sky, sighing as a soft breeze rustles their petals. Behind them, deep orange tiger lilies bow their heads as the approaching night lulls them to sleep. In the cloudless sky, jet black bats dart to and fro, looking for insects or fruit to munch on for supper. Down below them, green and blue mosaic stepping stones lead the way to a giggling fountain in which two small birds are indulging in an evening bath. The increasing moonlight casts a glassy illusion over the surface of the water, giving the impression that as the birds dip below the sheet of liquid glass, they are in fact entering another world--a place known only by them, where everything is at peace, mimicking the stillness of the water. And as the moon finally sings the sun to sleep, the birds take flight, leaving a trail of glittering droplets behind them.