#dreamscanfly

In the realm where wishes take flight, Dreams alight, weightless in the night. A celestial ballet, a dance on high, Their essence woven in the midnight sky.

Like feathers of stardust, they gently sway, In the cosmic breeze, they find their way. No earthly tether, no ties to bind, Only the freedom of the wandering mind.

A tapestry of constellations above, Each dream a star, a testament of love. They pirouette on the zephyr's embrace, A celestial waltz, a journey through grace.

In the quiet hours, when the world's asleep, Dreams awaken, in the silence, they seep. A weightless light, a shimmering stream, Guiding us through the astral dream.

So let them fly, those dreams untold, In the vastness of space, a story unfolds. Through the galaxy, they leave a trail, A celestial masterpiece, where dreams set sail.

In the canvas of midnight, dreams take flight, Silent whispers soaring on wings of night. Through the tapestry of a starlit sky, They dance and flutter, oh so high.

Moonbeams weave tales in a cosmic ballet, As wishes alight in the Milky Way. Each twinkling star, a promise untold, In the vastness of space, dreams unfold.

Feathers of hope painted on the sky's expanse, In the realm of dreams, there's a boundless dance. They flutter like butterflies, vibrant and free, In the kaleidoscope of possibility.

Mountains bow down, letting dreams pass, Valleys echo with whispers, like soft blades of grass. Clouds gather 'round, weaving a celestial song, As dreams serenade the night, all along.

Oh, dreams can fly on the zephyr's gentle breath, Through the corridors of time, defying death. They pirouette with stardust, a cosmic ballet, In the vast tapestry where fantasies play.

Doris entered the circular stone room, hands lightly grazing the wall. The coolness of the stone nibbled at her skin, sending a somewhat delightful tremor up and down her spine. A cotton-soft feathery heaven invited her into the depths. The straw that covered nearly all the floor rustled beneath her feet with each tentative step she dared take. The owls seemed huddled together, a mixture of colors striking her eyes. The Gryffindor gave a broken sigh, finally reaching the window. The landscape before her stretched in all its glory. She clutched the window pane, dismissing the lack of glass, hoping that it'll serve as some kind of support to keep her body from collapsing. 

Cacao-coated orbs descended towards the land below; leaves scattered everywhere. They flashed up like red gold, reflecting the sun's illuminating rays. It was as though nature itself was overcast by a faint blush, trying to hide its bashful demeanor in the clash of colors. In the air, Doris could feel a peculiar dry freshness, which filled the heart with a kind of vigorous sensation. A sudden squall of wind beat upon her figure, sending her hair of chestnut shade swaying across her face. She enjoyed the kisses which were laid on her cheeks the moment the wind touched her skin. A tranquil smile gracing her features.