Dark
It wraps itself richly around everything, like pane’ velvet fog, slipping silkily into every crevice, swallowing stray shards of light. Not content with silence, it murmurs and squeaks and scratches; so soothing and yet... What is it hiding?
It wraps itself richly around everything, like pane’ velvet fog, slipping silkily into every crevice, swallowing stray shards of light. Not content with silence, it murmurs and squeaks and scratches; so soothing and yet... What is it hiding?