The prisoner of the yellow moon

Dark sky, reflected facades and a cool breeze from the river channel. The moon sinks under your feet and sways on the dark waters of the Neva. The sounds of a street musician come from somewhere, barely audible, and my eyelids involuntarily become heavy. The twilight veil gradually subsides and a quiet rowing splash appears from the water. The shadows lengthen, tremble, and suddenly break off somewhere, giving way to a sudden bright light. A golden path of twinkling stars is scattered across the water and the prince of the night is approaching along it with a royal gait. He holds out his hand, asks you to trust him and offers to keep your eyes closed...