BY indefiniteloop

“How many times have you looked up into the night sky, only to find the strongest stars, shining dimly? I was there, in a place, where all the streets were lit up, by the faintest of the faint. And beneath those spotlights, danced the People. To the music of the Wish. The power was such, that the winds burned. The trees lit up, with life around. The blood red road, carried you home. Yet you could only see and feel, yourself breathe. In such a place, where all that you lost, was forgiven. I was there. Witness to the mirth of the unyielding mother.” - by

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