Phoenix Cotton

At dusk, the sky glows and darkens. In the garden, the clear details of the flowers and leaves burst like pearls. The sky continues its transformation, the night settles. Now the vegetation is traversed by electric colorations, phosphorescences, like fireflies. It is believed to see the branches and stems swaying, hearing bells mingle with the breeze, while the eye revels in the lights that challenge it. The five senses are in turmoil.