Blue irises, a serene night, the room lit with tranquil candlelight.
In a simple dress, the young girl sits before the piano in the attic, her fingers gently dancing, notes softly leaping out, weaving into a surrounding melody.
This is a house amidst a sea of flowers, as the wind through the attic brings distant scents, and the summer night carries the sound of insects from outside the window.
After slowly finishing the piece, the girl put her hands down, sat at the piano for a while, then stood up, walked to the balcony, leaning against the railing, savoring the tranquility of the night.
One might say, night is often associated with darkness, sadness, solitude in various descriptions, for the pitch of black without light indeed holds many unknown fears.
But what if it is an expanse glowing under the moonlight? Tilan thought about her title, and some recent discoveries.
