Original Story 22: Rest and be peaceful
I lay upon the hilltop; quiet as the trees, and the bugs amongst the leaves. The silken moon hangs twirling against the dark, velvet sky; stars dance hypnotically, holding my gaze with their flickering jive. They whisper tenderly in my ear, and I listen like a child: eager to learn from their fairy-tale wisdom. Clouds spill generously from nearby mountains, illuminated by the Gods' magic light. Never have I seen something so beautiful, in all my childhood years. The royal doves float by. Their wings dip softly into the misty darkness, as they glide along the midnight breeze. Nearby, the kingdom rejoices their return - a symbol of new hope, in a world where chaos has ruled. Finally, there is beauty. Finally, there is peace. Finally, there is joy. Finally, there is life. Peace be with you, I whisper to the night. And peace was with me, indeed.