novel journal entry

The dead dawn awoke to bright morning which correspondingly drowned down to earth from where it rose formerly bringing crisp dusk, almost like a buffer calming the restless souls and thoughts. Then unraveling a sublime twilight which although stays for a very less time but the beauty which is very warms and lingering swells up in heart for a while stirring calm or alarm depending on your judgement. Finesse darkness which is not pitch black yet gradient and with flickering old starlights spread across around a lonely moon.