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Lantern Flight Over Chimney Town | Fantasy Instrumental | Study / Focus BGMa2

The city falls away like a curtain. One step from the rooftop’s edge, and the world changes— tiles become distant, chimneys become quiet silhouettes, and the air turns soft, filled with floating lanterns. His hand holds hers as if it’s the only rule that matters. Evelyn’s lantern swings beneath her wrist, glowing warm and steady. Not pulling her upward— not exactly— but reminding her where “up” is supposed to be. “Keep your eyes open,” he says, smiling into the wind. “Don’t fight it. Follow the lights.” They move through the sky like a slow waltz. Not rushing. Not falling. Gliding along invisible roads made of smoke and moonlight. Below them, Chimney Town breathes. A thousand windows flicker gold. Steam rises in gentle columns, carrying secrets into the night. And above it all, lanterns drift like a second constellation— each one holding a wish someone was brave enough to let go. Evelyn laughs once, startled by the sound of herself up here. It feels too bright for a place this quiet. “I’m really… flying,” she whispers. He doesn’t say yes. He only looks at her the way someone looks at a miracle they’re afraid to break. “You’re choosing to,” he answers. The words land softly, but they change something in her chest. As they pass through the lantern field, Evelyn notices it again— some lights are dimmer than the others. Lanterns that wobble. Lanterns that hesitate. Lanterns that seem heavy, as if the sky is refusing them. His smile thins for a heartbeat. “What happens,” Evelyn asks carefully, “when a lantern can’t rise?” The wind swallows the space between them. He keeps flying, but his gaze shifts—watchful, listening. “When a wish is too heavy,” he says at last, “it tries to take something with it.” Evelyn tightens her grip on his hand. He feels it and squeezes back—gentle, steady. A quiet promise he doesn’t have to say out loud. They drift past the full moon, pale and patient, and for a moment Evelyn sees their shadows on the smoke: two figures suspended between earth and sky, held up by lanternlight and an almost-belief. “Why do you know so much?” she asks. He smiles again, softer—careful. “Because I’ve been here longer than I should,” he says. It isn’t an answer. Not really. But it’s the kind of truth that leaves room for hope. A lantern passes close, its paper glowing green-gold, and Evelyn thinks she sees a word inside it— half-formed, like handwriting in light— before it disappears into the stars. She doesn’t know whose wish it was. Only that the night is full of them. And as they glide forward, hand in hand, Evelyn realizes the most dangerous thing about flying isn’t the height— It’s the temptation to believe you could stay up here forever. #MoonlitMasqueradeMusic #FantasyInstrumental #StudyMusic #FocusMusic #RelaxingMusic #AmbientFantasy #RomanticFantasy #StoryBGM #SkyLanterns #NightFlight #CalmMusic