Does the neighborhood look different to you at night?
After the sun goes down, familiar things take on indistinct shapes and new unthought of narratives.
Maybe you don't belong in the coming dark.
Or maybe you do.
Humans are meant to curl up in the dark, in their nests; not stroll the night with their puny defenses and weak eyesight!
Everything is still, stiiiiiiiillllllll.
Only the angels seem to be out frolicking.
But even they keep their distance.
The shadows seem to keep their own counsel, referencing arcane directions.
Who's watching you? The trees?
Are they malevolent? Kind?
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After the sun goes down, familiar things take on indistinct shapes and new unthought of narratives.
Maybe you don't belong in the coming dark.
Or maybe you do.
Humans are meant to curl up in the dark, in their nests; not stroll the night with their puny defenses and weak eyesight!
Everything is still, stiiiiiiiillllllll.
Only the angels seem to be out frolicking.
But even they keep their distance.
The shadows seem to keep their own counsel, referencing arcane directions.
Who's watching you? The trees?Are they malevolent? Kind?
It's the ghosts that keep so close.
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