The twinkling smiles of the stars covered the firmament with wonder. It was beautiful, and Jeff wished the world was as peaceful and serene as the sky. It was a mixture of white in a black world of nothing. The pattern and the design were a masterpiece. Beauty would be a misnomer to the actual brevity of intricate patterns and shimmering.
Their aircraft flew along, floating through the world of endless lights that cannot outshine the sun. They had long since left the prison and were making their way to the northern side of the compass. No destination has been decided yet. They just wanted to put enough distance from the ocean, before their captors noticed their departure and decide to pursue.
