The essence of a beautiful sunset is in the cloud layers, similar to us humans, every layer of our being is what makes us unique.

Lost in the concrete jungle, I bask in the city buzz, waiting for dreams to come.

Under the streetlight, I heard her praise the mountains even when stars fell.

In the heat of the midday sun, are you willing to hold on and keep to your principles against all odds?Mentari is the Malay word for Sun, just like the fellow whose eyes are on you.

Millenniums of poems written in Her wake, she who looms iridescent as men sing sonnets of her beauty.

Have you ever woken up surrounded by the scent of petals in the morning mist? Close your eyes and listen to the soft hush of dragonfly wings—the world just beginning to wake.

Like a mossy forest, every small experience that we went through is what made us whole.

The sky comes alive, with colors aglow. A Technicolor dream, with lights in the show. The neon night, a mesmerizing sight. A dance of lights, against the starry night.

A burst of light, a brilliant flame. A new beginning, a new name. Igniting the darkness, bringing hope to the night. The nova shines bright, with its brilliant light.

Be whisked into a world of storytelling and forest wonders together with our furry friends.

Through the hues of sunset,I feel the city of love,Coming to life.

A blanket woven by grandma, tea brewed by mum, tis a day to bask under the peering sun.

A heart-warming scene unfolds in the serenity of spring, as a mother rabbit and her children rest among gentle blossoms—a tender expression of care and togetherness.

Look up at the sun through the gaps of your fingers and watch how the light spreads before us, a prism of colours, a faint flare that envelops everyone without a second thought.

Life is a blank canvas, filled with colourful experiences, a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues where each stroke tells a tale untold. Truly a sight to behold.

Under the night sky with nothing to hide, where are you going with the belief you hold so dear in your hands? Purnama is the Malay and Indonesian word for the Full Moon, like the one peeking from the back.