Magical city

In the middle of the night, a magical city awakens. Its streets are made of shining stones that change color under the feet of the passerby; calm blue, dreamy purple, warm gold. Lanterns floating in the air, without any ropes, light the way like little stars. The houses are covered with bright living flowers, and soft, silent music pours out of their windows. In the central square, a large clock made of moon and cloud shows the time not with hands, but with a dance of light. The wind brings with it the scent of unknown flowers and fresh rain, and sometimes, if you listen carefully, the city itself whispers; a language that only hearts understand. This city is not on a map, nor in a dream. It is right there waiting for those who still believe in magic.