The sun set on his dreams. Wisps of fog wandered in, blanketing the landscape until he could see them no more. They were lost in twilight.
He forgot what they looked like. He forgot their magic. He began to wonder if they had been there at all.
He slept among the mists until the moon rose. When its silver light fell, glints of dreams appeared below him. The mist became a sea of silent twinkles, and he saw his dreams once more.
(Image courtesy of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo)
Written for Sue’s Writephoto prompt: Twilight