The New Alison Steele Beware of Darkness no 3 and no 4

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"The night is a velvet tapestry, woven with threads of mystery and wonder.

Let the stars above be your compass, as we drift into realms of sound uncharted.
Each note, a whisper; each chord, a secret.
Close your eyes, and let the music take you where the light cannot follow.
This is your haven, your sanctuary.
Welcome to the night… and to the journey within."

"Good evening, travelers of the twilight...
The world is quiet now, wrapped in the deep indigo hues of the night.
Out there, the city hums faintly, but here... here we escape.
We drift into a realm where time melts and shadows dance, guided only by the flicker of starlight and the heartbeat of sound.

Tonight, I’ll take you on a journey—not just through music, but through moods, memories, and dreams.
These are the whispers of an era, songs that once lingered in the air like incense and still burn softly in the corners of forgotten rooms.
Close your eyes… let go of today… and join me on this voyage to the edge of the night.

This is Beware of Darkness, and I am your guide. Let the music lead the way."

 

"Good evening, Night People. The city hums with life, yet there's an unspoken stillness that only we wanderers of the night know how to hear. Tonight, I'll be your guide through the velvet darkness, unearthing melodies that feel like old friends and strangers at the same time. So pour yourself a cup of tea, light that candle, and let the music wrap you up like a velvet cloak." 

The New Alison Steele no 4

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