Before Midnight | Avatars (3 زائر)

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Once Upon A Dream

a song
softly sung,
And moonlight kissed the windowsills like whispers on the wing.
Dreams were stitched with silver threads and laughter filled the air,
The world still held its colors then, untouched by dread or care.

We danced in gardens made of light, beneath a sky so wide,
Not knowing that the clock would strike and call us all inside.
But in that breath—before the fall, before the night took flight,
We lived a thousand lifetimes… in the hush before midnight.
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The clock struck twelve
A hush fell over the land, as if the night itself held its breath.
From behind veils of silver mist and under the hush of sleeping stars,
The Midnight Parade began.


Lanterns of starlight floated gently through the trees,
and shadows—soft and strange—danced across the cobbled path.
Tiny creatures with wings spun from frost and moonlight stepped forward,
while forgotten dreams stitched themselves into cloaks of velvet blue.


Trumpets of wind whispered their welcome,
and the old forest stirred,
as if remembering a story it hadn’t told in a thousand years.


And so they marched—silent, splendid, and unseen—
through the cracks between minutes,
where time dared not follow.


,Little light
Welcome To the Midnight Parade

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