Asleep in a lullaby

Gently slumber***lovely child***surrender to the night*** rest your weary mind and relinquish thine body to dream's solace. 🌙

Welcome merchants of sleep to weave visions of fantasies and illusions from whispered tales of pillows and moonbeams^^^^^^ of cozy blankets and the soft caress of breaths in the dark.

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They shall sing a Lullaby for the Sleepers*** once upon a midnight reverie…

The room hushes itself~~pulling the curtains tight against the peeking eye of the moon. The world outside settles into a soft murmur~~a cradle song of distant traffic and rustling leaves.

And there, upon the bed~~lies our protagonist***a traveler of consciousness~~ready to embark on a voyage beyond the mundane.

The first thread of the loom unravels^^the eyelids flutter^^like moth wings seeking the candle's flame.

The mind^^that tireless wanderer^^steps onto its celestial ship. It sails across the vast expanse of the subconscious***charting constellations of memory and desire.

The pillow cradles the head^^a sanctuary for thoughts to rest. It absorbs worries^^transforming them into stardust. 🌙

The body^^too***finds its rhythm***the gentle rise and fall^^a dance with gravity. Muscles release their grip on the day’s tensions***and the bones sigh^^ grateful for the respite.

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Comes an Interlude across The Hypnagogic Bridge

Between wakefulness and slumber^^^we cross a bridge woven from gossamer strands. Here^^^half-formed visions flit by: a phantasmagoria of forgotten faces^^^snippets of conversations***and the scent of childhood summers.

We glimpse the edge of the abyss^^^the place where dreams emerge**like bubbles from a hidden spring.

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Here, we enter 'The Theater of Dreams' 🌙

As the mind unfurls it's sails^^^scenes assemble***a masquerade ball in a forgotten palace^^^ where masks conceal secrets; a forest where trees whisper ancient spells; an underwater city where mermaids sing forgotten ballads. Time bends^^^ and we become both audience and actor.

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Beware the illusion^^^for here***The Abyss Beckons

Deeper we dive^^^past the shallows of reason. Here***the surreal and the mundane {interdance}.

We meet old friends^^^phantoms of lost loves***teachers who once ignited our curiosity^^^and pets long departed. They nod***as if to say*** “Welcome back. We’ve been waiting".

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Resolution is now found in 'The Healing' 🌙

In this nocturnal theater^^^wounds mend. Broken hearts stitch themselves together with moondust. Regrets dissolve like sugar in warm milk. The mind^^^like a diligent librarian^^^^^^^^^^^^^files away memories^^^some to be cherished***others to be released into the cosmic ether.

And so^^^the sleeper drifts^^^cocooned in the silken embrace of oblivion. The night nurses its wounds^^^replenishing the spirit. Stars twinkle***guardians of dreams. The bed becomes a ship^^^sailing toward dawn.

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And there***wonderous world^^^^^^^^is the beauty of sleep***a nightly miracle^^^a whispered promise that we’ll awaken anew^^^ready to face the world once more. May your dreams be as vast as the universe and as tender as a lullaby. 🌙

Tell me^^^***what dreams do you chase when the night wraps you in its velvet cloak? 😊