A fire that is lit under the bright full moon with wooden sticks, oak and sage nightshade and mandrake, infused and inhaled dreams they come, dreams they fly people gather around the flames, eyes towards the bright full moon with thoughts and hopes of a beautiful night. Drums they play, women they dance thoughts come easy, thoughts they fly. A fire put out under the bright full moon with water and dirt, with fog and air. Nightshade and mandrake, infused and inhaled dreams they go, dreams they crash people split up around the woods, eyes towards the ground with thoughts and hopes of a beautiful night shattered drums now quiet, everyone now silent thoughts are gone, thoughts have fled since the morning sun break the horizon, the illusion shatters the sun rises higher, warming the fog… it disappear. Everyone sees what is true and real, if all would have been but now it is not… not for now, now was not the time

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