A sacred quiet fills the silver night,
Where ancient feathers catch a cosmic glow,
And two worlds meet beneath a crown of light,
To speak in secrets only dreamers know.
The gentle queen of earthly grace reclines,
Beside a giant form of vibrant grace,
While stardust drifts in interstellar lines,
To bless the stillness of this sacred space.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...