Footsteps crunch on the star-dust path. A light hum echoes.
Figures hide behind the wish-trees, their eyes glow like the missing moon.
Breathe in the night air, it tastes of forgotten lullabies.
Whispers through dream-windows say, "Close your eyes, but blink for luck."
Children's giggles drift from fog-covered playgrounds, where swings fly higher than clouds.
A bin of painted rocks watches silently, waiting for curious hands to rearrange their frozen grimaces.
The nighttime carnival does not stop, yet no one knows its tune.
In the dusk, shadows dance away, leaving footprints that belong not to this world.