The night is mute, the moon is deaf, and the stars are blind. The silence is clamorous. The world is half-asleep and the people never sleep. Tick-tock-tick-tock, the clock mumbles. It whispers a language no one could understand. A moonbeam flashing in a patch of shadow, glancing and lingering at both sides of the planet. The streets move slowly along the ground, without a noise, without a trace. Books opened, pencils and pens scattered, sketchbooks on the surface, cellphone’s beeping, computer’s on… click.. click.. click.. and a person silently typing all of her thoughts.


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