Cynda Gallagher

Leroy Moorehead

English

In the land of Astraladia, where dreams danced on moonbeams and stars whispered ancient secrets, a humble farm boy gazed at the night sky with wide-eyed wonder. A shooting star streaked across the heavens. The boy heard a faint, ethereal voice beckoning him to follow the star.

Calm, still and silent sat the boy, dwelling not a second on the voice, nor who’s it might have been. He knew the night, and knew that nobody had spoken. The night had spoken, and he knew not to speak to the night, lest he never leave it

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