the only thing you hear are your footsteps on the road coating. the monotonous tapping of your shoes touching the damp ground. you can hear the wind blowing softly in the trees all around you. you can hear the little metal sign moving squeakily in the wind. you look up and see the moon almost completely covered by grey clouds. some patches of dark sky shine through them, spotted with hundreds and thousands of stars.
the orange light of the streetlights turns your shadow and the shadows of everything around you into creepy animals that might secretly follow you when you've just turned around. and who knows for sure that they don't?

    and the lamp light o'er him streaming
    throws his shadow on the floor
    and my soul from out that shadow
    that lies floating on the floor
    shall be lifted - nevermore

edgar allan poe - the raven
charon, horrifying

song of the day: apocalyptica feat. matthias sayer - hope vol. 2

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