Light.

Spires of light ascend, ethereal cathedrals woven from moonlight and stardust. Their stained-glass windows, constellations captured in celestial hues, shimmer with a brilliance that eclipses the stars themselves. A symphony of silence echoes through their vaulted halls, a hymn to the infinite expanse of the universe. Whispers of forgotten prayers dance on beams of moonlight, carried on the breath of celestial winds. A lone figure kneels on the luminescent floor, bathed in the ethereal glow, their silhouette a testament to the enduring power of faith and wonder. The city sleeps beneath the celestial canopy, its dreams illuminated by the radiant glow of the cathedrals above.