A vast night sky stretches endlessly above, cloaked in deep indigo. The full moon hangs luminously at the center, casting a silver glow over the quiet world below. Wisps of thin clouds drift lazily across its face, briefly veiling its brilliance before revealing it once more in full glory.
High above, almost at the edge of vision, a plane glides smoothly, its metal body catching the moonlight in brief flashes. A thin, glowing contrail trails behind it, illuminated by the moon’s glow like a silver thread sewn into the sky.
The scene is silent, serene—except for the distant, barely audible hum of the aircraft’s engines, a soft reminder of life moving swiftly even in the stillness of night.
