The night's here, so close you can touch it with your fingertips. It looks like something you never thought of seeing but you did anyway; sounds like a forgotten lullaby, incoherent whispers in your ears; smells like memories it reminds you of how novels describe death; and it tastes like all the lonely and happy things the life could offer to you, wondering how the night can be so personified.
It's almost as if the night is reaching out to you, trying to make sense with all the little things you've felt, and seen, and smelled, and tasted. It's like the night is trying to introduce itself to you—and the darkness will never be the same again.
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