After sunset, most light fades from the world; most people hurry indoors and surrender to sleep. But those of us who remain awake see a different world, lit by myriad glittering lights, and sometimes the mysterious and ever-changing moon. It's a place where the subconsious becomes solid, the imagination manifest. For me, it's a city on the edge of a deep dark bay, lit by the stars above and glittering streetlights. It's a quiet, but not soundless world, and dark, but not lightless world. It's my world.
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