The sun is seen no more in the horizon. It is now quiet and peaceful; just a warm breeze caressing the tree tops. Within another hour or so, this darkening sky will turn into a vault of twinkling stars, transporting you to the land of dreams. Like an orphan, you have no choice but to follow the voice that is beckoning you from the dark. Slowly but surely, your eyelids began to droop and finally closed.
The silence swirling in the darkness will bring you hope and joy. In this Morphean world, you are neither lost nor to be found. Until the first rays of the sun kiss you awake, releasing you from your Sleeping Beauty spell, you renew as the new day cometh presenting you new challenges and opportunities. They await like your handmaidens. So command them well.
Based on someone’s imagery.