I lay on the cool
grass, embraced by the night air. The sky smiled brightly down on me with its
countless stars, each one glimmering in the ink-black night. A firefly flitted
above me and hovered by my arm with its soft glow before disappearing into the
darkness. The night whispered stories into my ear, and though I did not
understand the language in which it spoke, I smiled nonetheless. The music of
night creatures played softly, a gentle lullaby. As the night breeze rustled my
hair, I drifted into slumber.
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