As the darkness crept in, I began to realise the severity of the matter at hand. It was that time of year once more. The ONLY time of the year where I will be inundated in perturbation and fear. What are we afraid of, if not of the supernatural.
When nocturne blooms every sound becomes aberrantly magnified, scintillations of light augmenting all the horrid thoughts in my mind. Even the familiar "tick tick tick" of the clocks becomes ever so dementing.
It was at the break of dawn that I finally realised how much I missed the Sun. And how all this time it had helped to preserve my sanity, how it drives the scarecrows away.
-Zarae.7IsTheNumber.
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