As the last strings of sunlight began to fade, we come out to play. Dark curtains pulled over the light blue sky, coating it with a dark shade of bluish-violet color. On the surface of a lake blooms a bright yellow plate, shearing mildly as the waves shudder . The flowers closed their eyes, gently swaying their fragile bodies under the night wind. Millions of bright gems were sprinkled around, decorating the sky in glittery, shining stars. The trees gossiped among each other, whispering silently within their branches under the shadow of the moon.
We let ourselves be carried by the flow of the wind, floating through every crack and corner of the streets. We traveled through countless of dreams, in attempt to pass peace and wisdom into everyone s sleeps. A child was crying, disrupting the quiet atmosphere of the night, so we came to a halt. We passed him a gentle kiss upon his forehead, which will soon put him to sleep. We heard tiny giggles, coming from the room of those naughty children who refused to put down their toys. With our weightless hands, we patted each child s head, filling them with sleepiness, opening the gates to the" World of Dreams" .
Pure white sheep on the sky were passing one by one. Their giant bodies swallowed the shining light of the moon, and then later released it. Down the road we go, to a resting forest, where we were greeted by the creatures of the night. Nocturnal flesh they are, opening their bright eyes to see through the layers of thick darkness. Under the moon lays a whole new world, a world where we were able to run free, into the darkness of the night that we have always desired.
In the coated night shatters deep cries. Cries of pain and hopelessness, of evil and sorrow. A human figure was dying, yet the one who sheds those bitter tears was a shadow sitting beside him, the poor soul who will soon be left alone in this world, which will soon become his eternal nightmare. From a corner of the road lies a young girl. Her fragile skin was being torn apart by the chills of the winds. However, it was the pain inside her that causes such pain. The orphan lies hopelessly under the starry night, watching the leaves being blown away as every beat of her heart leave her bony chest.
We watched the night with our wondrous eyes, amazed by every sight we saw. And then we wondered "Watching life is fascinating, would living life be that fascinating?"