The presence of lights makes our world so beautiful, but where do they disappear to in the nighttime?
I found a glowing rock in a morning; it transformed from dull dark to golden green, and lit up the jungle.
It must have locked all lights during which the crickets sing, owls scout, wild boars roam and other jungle spirits enjoy a full night party, before lights are released again.
The monkeys always screech what they have seen; only find me silly enough to realize that.
But I know, the gigantic and powerful world underneath the rock is, right now, my room of imagination.