Floating Dream

All the world was blue and black, save for the brilliant white of the moon and the stars. There lay before her a glowing city, sprawled out with twinkling, blurred lights. She was too far from the city to hear it; the air was hushed, the only sound that of her dress lapping against itself as it trailed behind her. She wasn’t sure how far up she was, or how far she had to go. But as she turned her eye up toward the moon, it didn’t matter. She was beyond worry.

The beauty of the moon entreated her to draw near, and she, full of anticipation, floated toward it.

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