As the evening wore on, the night finally descended, cloaking the landscape in a serene darkness. The dome, a centerpiece of the gala, began to glisten enchantingly under the night sky, lit by myriad lights that sparkled like stars. The ethereal glow of the dome stood out in the darkness, a beacon of divine presence.
Michael, observing the transition from day to night, noted,
"Tomorrow morning, the gala will officially begin." His voice carried a hint of anticipation for the events that were to unfold.
Above the dome, unique and mind-blowing fireworks began to burst in the sky, painting the night with vibrant colors and patterns. Each explosion was a masterpiece of light and sound, a celebration of celestial powers.
"I sure hope there isn't a god specifically for fireworks. They'd be having a blast tonight, " Ayag joked, watching the spectacle with amusement.
Michael, his eyes still fixed on the dome, responded,
