What is it about the night? It must be made of pure magic. The night gets to see the faces behind the masks. The night gets to see the poems and the words that could never have been conceived during the hours containing light.
The night, I often think, could be the work of faeries. Each night, every single faerie in the world join together in the skies, dancing to the merry tune that we mistake for silence. There are so many faeries that the light from the sun is blocked out, and all you can see glittering in the sky are their lanterns and their eyes. I think that would be a pretty cool thing to be true.
The night sees many darker things than itself. It sees the tears, and the pain, and sometimes the scars, and no matter how hard it tries to embrace those darker things and reassure them, the night will always seem like the darkest time.
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