The Night That Became A Person
Darkness Learning to Understand Human Light
One evening, night grew curious about humans and stepped down from the sky in human form. It walked through cities and forests, marveling at how people created small pockets of brightness everywhere — streetlights, candles, glowing windows. Night realized humans did not fear darkness itself but the loneliness they associated with it. So night began visiting sleepers softly, wrapping them not in shadow but in comfort. Since then, dreams grew gentler, filled with stars that night carried secretly in its borrowed hands.
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In an abandoned tower stood a clock with no hands. It didn’t measure hours or minutes, but silence. Whenever two people shared a quiet moment — not awkward, but meaningful — the clock chimed softly, as if acknowledging something sacred. Poets came from distant cities to sit beside it, hoping its chimes would validate the weight of their unwritten words. Some nights, the tower echoed endlessly with sound, suggesting that the most important conversations are the ones carried by the spaces between sentences.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
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