The archaic translucent statue was the one to breathe out the lights every eye was to admire and it was shortly after the prince and the lady had taken a seat that its artful spectacle commenced for everyone to watch in awe.
Soft music, similar to that of a poesy sung by overwhelmed bards and spirits came out from each branch of the willow tree statue along with the bubbles of lights, vivid and ripped in colour, levitating as weightless as the sound it emitted.
Flying free into an abysmal night sky the lights became stronger the more height was gained... and as more shades joined above…
*Swaa...*
'!? They exploded!'
Awestruck by the dissolution of the many bubbles of lights Marianne's eyes glinted expectant as its mantle spread splendidly like the waves of an ocean bathing the clean sand on a wide coast. Each mixing with the other without losing their unique shade completely... to then move in unison as more joined the phenomenon.
