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The rain plays an empty melody on the endless sidewalks. The ever-flowing tears of the moon attacked the world all about, for the clouds, unable to keep them a secret. Droplets fell on the ash colored umbrella, which I held, forcing the sky’s depression away from me, creating a small barrier from the world, yet still seeing it surround me with each single step I took. I faintly heard the whispers and noises of the faded figures around me, but after a while, their faces all seemed distort and blur together, silently disappearing into the grasp of night’s darkest hour. Shadows of the buildings, which seemed at such a distance, began closing in on me from every side, chanting its beliefs to those who understood its course voice.
I don’t know why I’m walking in this cold rain. I’ve been here for hours on end, but there’s no reason to explain the pain which clutches my heart, tearing apart my soul. The mocking faces…
…The laughing faces all staring at me.
I can’t remember why I was there, but I was and that’s all there is to it. The blood filled bodies whose names I once knew and actually mattered to me. We were in a house…a big house…not really descriptive, but the house doesn’t matter because it hated me. The owner of the house gave each four of us a separate room in a different wing. He apologized about mine being direction next to a room instead of empty space with a window.
I don’t have any recollection of walking up the endless stone stairs or even down the brightly lit corridor. What seemed most clear to me was that there was no other room in the wing, only endless windows with the glowing rays of the sun streaming through the windows, creating a rainbow through the glass. The old guy lied to me didn’t he?
The ever growing buildings cast its shadows on the bleeding floors as I walked on still, following the long silk skirt of the pale faced, inhuman-looking being with the glass sickle. Looking down, I saw the fingers of the buildings touching at my feet. Never understanding why, I allowed the darkness to envelop me until I was pull by its singsong voice, becoming another faceless, nameless, unknown character that was held victim.
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