In the hushed, midnight hours, where dreams and waking life entwine, there danced a little child in a dress, blue as the depths of a cosmic sea. Her name, whispered by the stars themselves, was Libra, for her spirit was a constellation seeking its path in the celestial expanse.

The abandoned mall, a place of forgotten dreams and faded memories, stood as a ghostly realm where time dared not tread. The galaxies above gazed down through shattered crystal skylights, their silvery glow painting constellations upon the once-vibrant tiles. Libra's footsteps, soft as secrets, echoed through the grand atrium, her laughter a melody that hadn't graced the hallways for ages untold.

Beneath the pale moons' kiss, the oaks beyond stood sentinel, their boughs swaying to the melancholic song of the winds. Leaves whispered tales of hurried steps, lovers entwined under the eternal stars. Yet, now, only Libra danced through the breeze, her laughter painting memories anew.

The moonlight cast its spectral shadows that beckoned like ghostly fingertips, but Libra was unafraid. She twirled past the relics of boutiques, where mannequins once wore shining gems, and past deserted courts, where the smell of fresh-baked breads lingered, frozen in time. Her feet took her deeper into the heart this place, and with each step, the veil between worlds grew thinner, and she heard the whispers of lost souls.

Through this midnight gallery, Libra moved as if in a dream, her heart attuned to the mysteries of the cosmos. In the vast, echoing corridors, where kiosks had once sold trinkets and treasures, she encountered wisps of memory, phantoms of laughter, and echoes of conversations that once filled the air.

Libra knew she had to leave this ethereal realm. With a final glance at the infinite cosmos above and a promise to return, she stepped back into the midnight wind.

Outside the abandoned mall, the oaks whispered their farewells, the galaxies above winked their approval, and Libra's silhouette blended with the ghostly shadows of the past. She walked away, her little blue dress now an emblem of a journey between worlds, a cosmic explorer of realms uncharted, carrying the mysteries of the abandoned mall in her heart like a treasure that could only be found in the realm of dreams.

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- 1991