He was the Spirit of the Night, and wherever he went, people had the most vivid and colorful dreams. 🔮
She was the Spirit of the Day, and where she flew, the air was filled with tender daydreams and visions. 🦋
Each of them lived their own lives, devotedly serving their purpose. 🌌
But when morning or evening came, the paths of their fates passed so close to each other. Then, like the lingering kiss of a dream, their souls would touch … ✨☀️
And the heavens were painted in the most beautiful and amazing blue-pink tones … 💗🎨💙
Elena Voroniouk © 2020, all rights reserved.
Dear subscribers and guests on my Blog, I hope that you liked my little fantasy! I will be very glad to hear from you. 😊
If you would like to see two other wonderful collections of photos and music for this story, please visit my Russian and Danish blogs.
I wish you and your loved ones the very Best, Lightfilled and Beautiful! 🌈☀️