The black desert is, without a doubt, the night sky I frequently look up to.
Note the pun.
The night sky that is able to conceal anything. Never wavering even if calamity befells upon it. An emotionless, cold appearance.
I envy those who live up in the northern hemisphere, whose night sky is clad in the beauty of a thousand stars, adorned with the brooch of the silver moon.
The jet-black wagon of nothingness is about to be chased away with the arrival of Amaterasu.
Why don't you go entertain Tsukuyomi again? Leave us in the gentle embrace of the dark that some find pleasure in.
I have lately becoming a nocturnal being. To rest right before the sun goes up and raise during the moment it passes our heads.
The cycle is disrupted.
Alas, I should be going now. Another black desert beckons me to a loveliest slumber.
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