Beneath a velvety indigo sky, the river mirrors fractured moonlight in quicksilver ripples. Shadows of gnarled willows claw at its banks, their silhouettes dissolving into inky depths. A lone heron stands frozen, its reflection a ghostly twin. Distant stars pierce the water’s skin, swirling with submerged constellations. Cool blues melt into bruised purples where night swallows the horizon, breathing stillness into liquid obsidian.