Night Time Story: The Village That Disappeared at Dawn

Beyond the mountains, where the mist rolled in like waves, there was a village unlike any other.

It was a place of golden lanterns, streets paved with moonlight, and laughter that echoed through the night. But there was one strange thing about it—no one outside the village had ever seen it.

That’s because, as the first light of dawn touched the rooftops, the entire village faded away. It existed only while the world was asleep.

One evening, a traveler named Corin stumbled upon the village. He had lost his way in the fog, and when he saw the glowing lanterns ahead, he hurried toward them.

To his amazement, the village was bustling with life—music filled the air, market stalls overflowed with the ripest fruits, and children played in streets lined with shimmering cobblestones.

“Where am I?” Corin asked an elderly woman sitting by a fountain.

She smiled kindly. “You are in the Village of Midnight, a place that exists only in dreams.”

Corin laughed. “A dream? But I can touch the walls, taste the food!”

The woman nodded. “Yes. It is real, but only for a little while. At sunrise, it will disappear.”

Corin didn’t believe her. He spent the night exploring, talking to the villagers, and marveling at the wonder of the place.

But as the first light of dawn crept over the hills, the village began to fade. The buildings, the streets, the people—everything turned to mist.

And then, Corin awoke.

He was lying in the same forest he had wandered through the night before. The village was gone, as if it had never been there. But in his hand, he found something—a small silver lantern, still warm to the touch.

From that day on, Corin traveled far and wide, telling the story of the village that disappeared at dawn. Some believed him, others did not.

But those who truly listened—those who had ever dreamed of a place too magical to be real—sometimes found themselves waking up with lanterns of their own.

By Elias Fairstone