Night is a constant in the cosmic distance.
The sun gives us its absence at intervals, but the night does not retreat even one stride, but waits patiently for the hour of its prevalence.
And then, in the silence of itself, it communicates:
Lights that flicker, gleams that furrow its blackness, the black vastness has a language of light. And we raise our eyes and seek answers in the depths of its mystery, pretending to speak a language we do not yet know.
And yet, despite the distance, the night and we are accomplices because we share nameless secrets.
Someday all will be night and we will go with her, climbing step by step towards her core. And we will be stellar matter as well as gods, and live all of us as a flickering memory.
Tech Specs:
Mp4 30’’
2500 x 2500 px
Music by Jos
Minted on SuperRare
