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[!NOTE](This is my first submission to a the IndieWeb Fiction Carnival, hosted this month by James. The process for this story was a true humbling and learning journey. I will post this process soon, and link it here as well.) a kind of lunacy Sound of voices wake Mani from his slumber. Traces of silver strings resting on his cheeks. Mani brushes his eyes away from the dream; he sees them. They drift through the windless night, calm, convincing, a lifetime full with dance. They confabulate; he gets closer. They dance; he stares. They sing; his ear up-close. Little dancers, like starlight, living inside moonlight’s ray; each time a different crowd. β€” After dancing, where do they all go? β€” Mani ponders. The dancers startle, for the count of a breath, music momentarily ceases, then, they dance. Another moonlit night, the parade begins; bouncing little bubbles on a luminous lake; initiating the dance, voices sing. Not a sound humans can make, no words at all; but Mani understands. They…

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