Everybody were fast asleep, all was quite and still.
I could not get back to sleep.
I briefly went into the garden and the air was fresh and clean, the leaves were gently rustling while a feeble moonshine was creating vague shades.
There was a pleasant stillness a bit eery but nice and misterious.
The stars slowly turned their gazes towards me and I felt observed.
They seemed to say "why are you not resting?"
While searching for an answer I sat down on the floor.
All was at peace, just another night like the millions that came before. Soon the morning would have broken and felt these sensations will all dissipate into nothing. All will be absorbed and lost in the mists of time. I made my way back to bed as a new day was about to start and I ardently wished the daylight to find me asleep.
I now was breathing the winds of time.
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