Winter night.

Silence from beyond the gray tombs of darkness. A silence that seems impossible. Clear.. with a note of self-destruction. It has been there from before the ages.. waiting.. observing..

Dark. Everything pitch black. Shadows. Crows that fly above the stillness. Their vivid nuances reflect like a new-born chaos. Their eyes whisper some sort of undead secret.
But dark is absolute. You can see the stars at night. Pieces of shiny..tiny souls that were petrified. Eyes that could look from the above upon us.. upon our existence like looking into the river after a storm.

Stars… eyes that never close…


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