Muted hearts and cotton candy skies, awaiting the sweet summer rain in the silence of midnight whispers, to shout before the sunset ends.
Hand-painted skies, canvas in deep sapphire, amber etched by the horizon, a panorama of darkness.
I have come to the end of my days, on the page I stained with the pigments of life.
And his sight was unto the firmament's collapse and the rise of the god of Rome.
The sun goes out. The sea was calm and it was dimly lit in shades of blue.