Tonight I feel like the only one alive. The night air is still and cool; all my friends are asleep, dreaming of their own quests and escapades.
I have my own escapade too, but mine is with two eyes open, fingers poised, words flowing. In my escapade, I'm a heroine, victorious from battle, wreathed with garlands on my head. In my escapade, I return home to a house noisy with laughter, full of food and music.
What is yours?
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