Reverse Graffiti

The light, a dancer, obeys your command. It pirouettes existence, weaving tapestries in its luminescent waltz, with hues unseen by the ancient stars. You, weaver, bend the fabric of time. The auroras bow, swaying in reverence. The moon, silver, dances to your cosmic symphony. Will you summon the sun? Or veil the world in shadows? The light, your loyal companion, awaits. In your hands lies the alchemy of existence, where miracles bloom and stars bow. So, command photons, and watch as the universe bends.