A festival of light and sounds

Humans have made it so that they sleep through the most gorgeous and graceful time of the day, but yet stay up the sleep intended nights. No matter how dead these livings seem, there's always hope at dawn. Follow the birds and their songs, they'll always guide you home. If it isn't a festival of sounds, if there are no rituals for the day breaking, then you haven't yet arrived. Keep looking, but don't you dare stay awake in the darkness of the deep nights. They fooled you so that they could steal your awakened soul, for nothing scares the demons like a festival of light and sounds, and a heart that celebrates life, like a naiive joyful child. Stay naiive, it you must, but preserve the pumping heart.

Wake up at dawn, 

or just before.