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Description
Lights wake up the world from its sleep, and lights mark its boundaries to others; Not often a bridge will form, spontaneously as if magic were to will it. Its existence; mere seconds, its potential limitless. What to say when one passes through, what to see when the light shines through; there's no abyss for those that know what it hides.

I often use music when I paint, and this was the music I think fits while creating such a piece:
youtu.be/q01fEX96rOg

**(This painting was created with PWC Artists' Watercolours, on Arches, cold pressed watercolour paper)

Description
Lights wake up the world from its sleep, and lights mark its boundaries to others; Not often a bridge will form, spontaneously as if magic were to will it. Its existence; mere seconds, its potential limitless. What to say when one passes through, what to see when the light shines through; there's no abyss for those that know what it hides.

I often use music when I paint, and this was the music I think fits while creating such a piece:
youtu.be/q01fEX96rOg

**(This painting was created with PWC Artists' Watercolours, on Arches, cold pressed watercolour paper)