Darkness has its own beauty. The faintest light can project exquisite patterns on it.
I need to invent a new word to describe your art. I love it. Awesome just doesn’t do it justice. As a young child, I loved the night. To me, it was so beautiful. Then someone introduced me to the fears of the darkness.
In and of itself, it always has, and always will be beautiful.
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