The moon glistening in the night, admist the cloud’s silver linings reflecting the gentle droplets of water.
And yet, the absence of the sun can bring forth a variety of reds.
Whispers, shadows, lost and hungry eyes, prey and predator.
Why is it that this atmosphere is glorified to an extent we all yearn to dwell in the night?
Maybe because we are sentient creatures who feed off of negative wars. It has become a necessity to mankind. And there’s no going back.
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