I - The Soul of the SkiesDawn; the birth of euphoria. The bleak and lacklustre skies are lit up with erubescent hues, pastel-tinted, eagerly vivid. Hope and discovery; the desire to live.I - The Soul of the Skies
Midday; absolute peace of mind. The large ball of fire, soars high up in the skies, projecting radiance and confidence. Peace and stability; true happiness.
Clouds; obstacles and doubt. The dirty cotton sheets conquer and annihilate the skies. Lifeless, drab and threatening; the premonition of a tragedy.
Rain; the loss of hope. Impure and ashen pearls, precipita
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