The Journey of Dreams at Night

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.