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I'm not much of a believer, or what else you may name it. But this I could grasp, I could see it in front of me, and then it vanished. My whole life turned upside down because of one tiny moment.
I’ve got issues with my sleep, so I stay up reading. When dawn becomes morning, my watch is in its end and I go back to bed anxious to get up again. And that, sir, is a perfect day. Or night.
I've got issues with my sleep, so I stay up reading. When dawn becomes morning, my watch is in its end and go back to bed anxious to get up again. And that, sir, is a perfect day. Or night.
Light becomes shadows and love becomes ashes. Merely shells are what remains.
She didn't want to get involved. Neither did he. It was fate. The universe is against you always, mate.
She stood in front of the oak. It had seen the other trees grow and die and so had she. They both were creatures that had stopped on time, immortals longing for the end of the slow destruction of the world and people. The moon lit the meadow in a odd angle, making the shades dance. They said their goodbyes. They were tired.
Old keepers of the whispers, trees of dust and silence.