<prompt> Njia ya jua ilianza kama mto wa mwanga, ikibeba mwanga unaotiririka, umefunikwa na ukungu, ikichukua mawazo na: rangi za fedha; kisha ikigeuka kuwa bluu safi, ya utulivu; kuendelea na utukufu wa dhahabu; daima rolling up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up,  <response>: Mwandishi anaelezea jukumu la mwanga kama shiny, sparking, na flashing kama fireworks, kuunda hali ya ndoto ambayo hubeba watu katika ulimwengu unaopatikana tu katika hadithi: Hii malipo ya moyo na wimbo na dansi ya mwanga ni uzoefu wa kichawi, kujaza watu na ajabu na kuwasaidia kufahamu uzuri na fahari ya maisha. 