In the depths of a mysterious dark kingdom, where the darkness is as dense as a velvet curtain, the Tree of Life rises. Its ancient trunk, riddled with mysterious crack patterns, stretches towards the invisible heavens. The branches spread wide, forming a bizarre network — either a map of unknown worlds, or a tangle of destinies. The leaves are barely discernible in the twilight, as if woven from the semitones of the night.
Above the Tree, at an impenetrable height, a heavenly hatch opens — a narrow opening from which a stream of light pours. It flows softly, like molten silver, breaking through the layers of darkness. The light touches the branches, and the Tree comes to life: the bark flashes with amber and bronze reflections, the leaves light up from the inside — golden, emerald, pale purple, as if absorbed by the radiance of distant stars.
Transparent moths hover in this halo of light. Their wings are the thinnest stained glass windows of moonlight and mist, pierced with delicate veins. They are almost invisible in the dark, but in the rays of heavenly light they reveal themselves in all their fragile beauty.:
* one moth seems to be made of pale blue radiance, its wings shimmer like frost at dawn;
* the other glows a pearly pink, as if reflecting the reflections of the dawn;
The third shimmers silver‑green, resembling a leaf pierced by a sunbeam.
Moths circle around the Tree, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. Their translucent bodies let the rays pass through them, scattering a scattering of ghostly highlights across the dark realm. Each flap of the wings gives rise to fleeting rainbow flashes, and tiny particles dance in the air, illuminated by the heavenly light, like stardust that has come to life in this magical space.
The darkness around them remains dense, but it no longer seems hostile. It's as if she reverently retreats, giving way to this island of light. The Tree of life, shrouded in radiance, becomes the center of the universe, connecting the two worlds.:
* Nizhny Novgorod is dark, mysterious, full of hidden powers;
* the upper one is radiant, giving warmth and renewal.
The whole scene breathes peace and eternity. The tree is a symbol of eternal existence, and the moths are the embodiment of fragile beauty that reveals itself only in the rays of heavenly light. A special harmony is born in this contrast: darkness emphasizes the brightness of light, and light reveals the secret beauty of darkness.
