The Evening for all and everything, whose toes were covered in the dust of seconds, hummed the Lullaby. Those who heard her crossed the glowing stream in the valley, turning from reflection to shadow. From a flute made of February dawn and halo, music joined with hers, started a raga new, theirs. She leaned towards the favorite of Morpheus, her hair falling off an exquisite shoulder. He smirked and dropped gems of twilight down the side of neck.
