The night: A reoccurring collection of thoughts and inner states one is slowly drifting into, noticing and yet being unable to very much control. A candle still flickering, a mug of tea that turned cold, a minor chord and somehow every melody connected to it leading into a weird kind of dissonance. A play of words turned into a play of dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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