and when you're in this world, at this strange, dark and hideous, yet still strangely homey place where your fantasies go and play hide and seek...
and when you're in that mood that cuts a stone in two, that lingers in your every move and your every thought...
and when there's that sound, that specific, yet undefinable sound that tears the darkness apart and turns it into something where shadows feel at home...
and when the wind comes, softly and silently, when it touches and caresses your skin...
and when you shiver...
and when you smile...
it feels like the dream you never had...
it feels like... home...
charon

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