Elizebeth laid on her back while gazing at the night sky. While the rustling and clamor sound ringing her ears but he let them be while she was resting with Fariz and Eve who were still in the bird form.
Above, the stars filling the sky like a beautiful sparkle expensive diamond. The night sky was such a welcome sight, appearing like magic at each sunset, tranquil and itching heart, even out harsh breathing, promising a better tomorrow. It was a beautiful sight and enchanted.
Elizebeth smiled, feeling the salty wind blow her hair into a tousled mane. Were she out there in space, riding the limits of the known universe, she would steal one or two of the planet's particles to be put inside her treasure chest. She would photograph the moment with her eyes, locked inside her heart and crafted inside her brain.