Night descends on the city\'s veins, swirling like a kite.
Robotic crabs shimmer in the Buriganga\'s black water.
I witnessed a true story today, unbelievable yet true.
A boat floated, carrying the moon of the sky.
The boatman was a dream, with the hope of the impossible in his eyes.
\"Go,\" he said, his voice echoing with an unseen wind.
But why?
Not death, but dreams are eternal.