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Colorful lights mingling with each other to create an aura of invincibility, waving hands resonating with the sound of wild exuberance, long strings of paper crowded together to create this majestic grandeur, and yet there she was at Sunburn, having the audacity to look past it all into the sky. The full moon, a couple of leaning stars and the rest of the dark sky peeking out of the smoke to make her story that night. Suddenly, she turned around and saw two eyes looking at her as if the moment itself decided to make it happen.

They finally smiled at each other and for the first time that night, the sound of silence beat the sound of music.


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