When did you last feel the night? When did you last step out alone under the starlit sky, letting the cool wind brush against your skin? When did you last feel free, like the shadowed spirits that roam unseen in the midnight?
When did you last open your heart to the wordless call of mystery? Are we so bound by walls of our own making that we’ve forgotten how to wander, how to truly see, or even to offer a stranger a simple kindness?
Why would they fade away those spirits? Forgotten? Why can they no longer be seen, cloaked in mist, drifting between shadows with ancient grace? Exuding wisdom, curiosity, strength, or wildness — all the fierce and tender feelings we’ve taught ourselves to hide. The spirits of the night, untouched by time, belonging only to themselves. Those who’ve lost their own magic would seek to claim or crush it. And so, the few that remain slip into silence, blending into the night to protect the fragile threads of their world.
They reveal themselves only to the rare soul who dares to listen. And if you are one of them… be prepared, for they may leave you with the Touch of Remembering, so you carry the weight of their ancient secrets, forever seeking but never fully grasping.
So, must we all lose out? The seekers and the sought — yet we need not give up our right to be extraordinary, to carry a piece of that magic within ourselves. If only we dared to be our own wonder and celebrate others for the beauty they bring. Do not try to take another’s magic; it benefits no one. Instead, tonight, venture outside, step into the quiet darkness and breathe deeply of the night.
Let its scent fill your senses, let the stars reflect in your eyes and feel the dew gathering softly upon your skin. Reclaim all that is yours — the dreams, the mysteries and the magic — and perhaps, in the stillness, you may hear it: faint and distant, that haunting melody, the calling of the night.
