hanging on a cloudy yet starless sky , the moon reflected a buttermilk glow , its silver rays being the only source of light apart from the artificial luminescence given off by the dirtied lampposts . a ravenette , clad in his usual attire of ebony black , seemed to blend in the dark scene perfectly . it was easy to overlook his presence if one did not pay close attention , but the male was indeed there , sitting by himself on a wooden bench in the lonely night . he was unaware of his surroundings as he was deep in his own thoughts , eyes staring blankly into the distance — the horizon swallowed by a shade of pitch black .
/ aye , here you go uwu
