/ . * • Ignore the past writing plz , I’m so rusty :0:
The world was silent before him ; a beautifully broken symphony of nothingness as the only sound of the world came from him . His steps slow , calculated , and yet unsteady as he dances on the remains of the Eiffel Tower . It’s once beautiful light of the night , now only showing half of its beauty as the world faded into darkness .
He didn’t want the light to go .. He couldn’t deal with whatever lingered within the darkness . He didn’t want to deal with the whispers of the ghosts below .
Not again ..
please.. please, not again ..