#cityofdreams

[chillvibeusa]

✨ City of Dreams: Witness the Magic When the Lights Come On! 🌃

Gaze upon this breathtaking cityscape as twilight paints the sky and millions of lights awaken! 🌟 From towering skyscrapers that pierce the heavens to the sprawling urban glow, this view is nothing short of mesmerizing. It's a symphony of light and architecture, a testament to human innovation and the vibrant energy of city life.

Imagine strolling through these illuminated streets, feeling the pulse of the metropolis. This is where stories unfold, dreams are pursued, and possibilities are endless. ✨

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Which city lights up your imagination? Share your favorite urban view! 👇

[lulusparkleblue]

The city that never sleeps..

[samanthosnovelist]

Wandering Relics – Chapter 2: The House with the Green Wall and the Window that Lets in the Sea Breeze | Audiobook

"For the first time in my life, I stepped into a real house – one that breathed, that held memories, that bore the scratches of years on its walls."

A quiet orphanage in the northern countryside. Eighteen years of waiting for a miracle that never came. And then, the last bus brought a young person to the city by the bay – Mina drömmars stad, the City of Dreams.

Chapter 2 opens the first door of comfort: the small house with the moss‑green wall, Mrs. Ann – the woman with auburn hair and kind eyes behind round spectacles. From the hallway drifts an old waltz; from the kitchen, the scent of toasted bread and barley porridge.

This is not a story of grand wonders. It is about a white bed, a window that lets in the sea wind, and a heart that is finally allowed to lie down without fear of being turned away.

"You have a very particular kind of silence. Not silence born of fear – but silence born of having watched long enough to know when to speak."

Listen. Feel that rare peace. And begin the journey of someone who, though empty‑handed, still dares to dream of a place to belong.

🎧 Press play. Let the city speak.

👉 Subscribe to continue with Chapter 3: The House Where the Oak Leaves Fall – where the orphanage past returns, and the Headmistress whispers: "Learn to ask for what you deserve."

[corazon-89]

الرياض في الليل تشبه شخص ما يبوح، بس كل ضوء فيها يحكي قصة.

تمرّ بين أبراجها كأنك تمرّ في ذاكرة أحد… فيها كبرياء، وفيها حنين.

الهواء دافئ كأنه همس، والمدينة لابسة فخامتها كأنها تعرف قيمتها تمامًا.

ما تحتاج تثبت شي لأحد، وجودها يكفي✨

[malfnction-54]

[creative5tudio]

[incognito7dcv]

autumn in New York <3

[blacc-soul]

Check out my poem on Wattpad: https://my.w.tt/QKOCfNVqE6