The silent midnight, and the dark that hides so much of this, our tragic world, away beyond the reach of the drunks stumbling along these streets made suddenly so full of all the promise they believed this life had so long ago forgotten. It seemed as if it had forgotten them too, leaving them nothing but half-recalled fragments of dreams they once held so close.
Now, as they stumble, those dreams return, as precious as the brightest jewels that ever shone back up to them from the street puddles, reflecting back the bright city lights, along all the streets they rambled down.
They were all looking for that special moment every such night out holds out to those drunk enough to believe that they will be the lucky ones. That it will be they who find everything they have ever searched for, at the end of this particular night.
To them it seems a time when the princess of their dreams will step out from a darkened doorway to take their hand, and lead them towards a far magical kingdom that has no one as worthy to wear the crown.
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