Descriptions and shizzle.
The nibula hung, tissue thin, like a moon's reflection on irritated waters in the black curtain sky. The stars within dance a complicated circle of intricate patters, glinting as the pass one another. A meteor rushes, fiery, as if late, but it doesn't change the atmosphere so still in sleep.





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