The soft pattering of the rain, the humble rumbling of thunder, and the splashing of dancing feet.
In a city so dark and gloomy, blurry circles of golden glow could be seen.
Lively music was heard, contrasting the hazy weather.
Cheerful laughs filled the air with grins.
Excited squeals that would bring nostalgic smiles.
Memories danced in their eyes, recalling the songs of old.
Strings of fairy lights were hung, creating a blurry yet calming view for those afar.
Here, you could sway to the rhythm of the wind, catching pieces of secrets that had fallen from the stars and had caught onto the wind.
Here, the fairy lights were brighter than the sun that rarely shone. They were filled with more warmth than the sun they barely saw.
In this town of fairy lights, the dance of life was a beautiful thing. It was a tradition that helped them see the good in the rainy days.
Their dancing was like the sun shining after their harshest storm. Letting rainbows beam across the sky; fighting against the darkness of the clouds.
Dancing was the key to living in the town of fairy lights.
