write me figurative language about it turning night
The darkness crept in like a thief in the night.
The sky slowly slipped into a cloak of ebony, the stars emerging like shimmering jewels on black velvet.
The world was painted in shadows, the moon casting its silvery glow on the earth below.
The day slipped away like a fading dream, leaving nothing but the hushed whispers of the night.
The sun dipped below the horizon, a fiery farewell before the cool embrace of darkness descended.