The full moon rose upon the verdant forest; its resplendent, borrowed light shining against the umbral twilight. Accompanying it was an array of stars, forming their tapestry of constellations upon the blackened cerulean.

The diurnal fauna closed their eyes and lay to rest for the night while their nocturnal friends began their nightly routines. Apis lounged silently upon a thick tree branch, staring at the reflective waters of a nearby lake, a pool of ink in the darkness.