As the night comes to a close, a soul floats on the horizon, as if contemplating the secrets of its own soul. Beside it, a flock of wildflowers, each one emiting a radiant glow. The field where the sky turns dark and mysterious, covered in the fading light of neon-lit lanterns. In this symphony of light and darkness, the lands stand tall and mysterious, their petals ablaze with a sense of warmth and serenity. Lights in my eyes that never go out, their long cascades of inky light, illuminated by the ethereal glow of the wildflowers that form its hues. The scene is a true feast for the soul, broken only by the soothing swaying of the wind and the gentle swaying of the soul.