𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗸𝘆 you can read as a stand-alone When my nights were dreary, he painted the darkness with stars. When my day was gloomy, thousand glowing embers filled the sky. With him, I can hear the unfamiliar rhythm of my heart. For me, he painted the sky. ® therixa2020 (c) photo used in the book cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.