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Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. We call it the midnight sky. It's relatively new, but then again, everything feels new these days. Long ago, this world was very different. But there comes a time when everything has to evolve.
The magic of life
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. A sight Isabel loved to witness. Isabel hummed as she danced through the meadow, feeling the wind gracing her skin and brushing through her long brown hair. The wildflowers were out, illuminating the meadow with an ocean of scents and a palette of colours and textures. Isabel came here every evening just before sunset to be with nature. Wearing a white and pink long daisy dress and dirty bare feet, she made her way to her favourite place. To Grandma Oak tree, who was grounded at the end of the meadow just at the entrance of the woodland.