Shen Siyuan tried to channel the ink-color airflow to his fingertips, gently tapped, and a halo of faint ink fell on the transparent glass of the cabin roof, without causing any noise, yet making the glass surface hazy like the night mist.
This is the true meaning of "night as ink, all things silent as extinct."
It's not destruction, but concealment and protection, like the night guarding the slumbering beings, allowing everything to wait for new vitality in silence.
"The alternation of yin and yang nurtures all things."
Shen Siyuan murmured softly, images of the sun high in the daylight and all things growing flashed through his mind, contrasting with the silent protection under the night at this moment, making the principle of yin and yang interdependence incredibly clear.
The day gives energy to life for growth, and the night provides shelter for life's rest, both are indispensable, together maintaining the balance of the world.
"Potato! Look, I caught it!"
