🏮Tonight, we step quietly into a quiet neighbourhood north of the West Market in Chang'an, nearly 1,300 years ago, in the height of the Tang Dynasty.

A young woman keeps the last lamp burning at a small noodle shop, as spring rain falls on the grey tiles above. A scholar in travel robes finishes the final bowl of the night before slipping quietly into the rain, and she wipes the tables, closes the kitchen, and steps out under the eaves to watch rain rings spread and dissolve in the courtyard stone basin.

The ward is sealed, the dough rests quietly in its crock, and a distant temple bell crosses the spring night one last time before dissolving into rain.

Settle in, relax, and drift gently into sleep. 😴

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00:00 Welcome

01:45 Sleep story begins

36:05 Goodnight

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