Night's Lost Mind.

The hidden truth behind Night's eerie eye.

The night hung low over the hilltops. There was no sound, but the loudest of silence. The snow fell gently upon the leaves, and the rain drizzled upon the desert sand. A face gazed upon the sky, staring into the brightest of stars, listening for its chance to shine. Within the gaze a beast roared, its vocals dancing upon the deaf ears of young girls. No sound could be produced, no movement could be made. The mystery of the night laughed a deep belly laugh at the skin-tight layers of tears upon the face's cheeks. Day would be there soon, brought by the heavy wind but carried by sheer magic and mystery.

The End

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