ليل

Tired eyes find no rest in the dust of war. But no conflict in the world can prevent the night from coming. The night is like a girl whose face is the moon and whose dress is made of darkness. The night is peaceful and soothing, brings calm and sleep to the city ravaged by the war. All eyelids close under her influence, except the watchful eyes of a mother desperately searching for her lost child. The night has no choice but to trick the woman into letting peace take over her soul as well. (Elbe Dock)