The color blue painted the night like a quiet sigh, vast and endless. It was a hue that carried the sound of the ocean’s whisper, deep and mysterious, as though it held the complexity of all that was unsaid. Beneath its soft glow, the world seemed to slow, as if time itself were wrapped in the tender shade.

In the stillness, there was a subtle dance of light, as stars flickered above, mirroring the calm waves below. Blue was more than just a color—it was the end of sorrow, the peace that follows the storm. It was the soft promise of salvation, the kind that comes not in grand gestures, but in the quiet moments between breaths.

And as the night deepened, the blue held everything together, cradling the world in its gentle embrace, a reminder that even in darkness, there is beauty to be found.