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The new moon rose and the night had chilled the air. All fell silent as the master spoke only one voice rose. It was a soft and humble voice, a ...

Out of soundInto mindWandering thoughtsFloat away.Feeling as if I'm failingWhen it will endI will float into oblivionStill wandering Is it real?

It was cold out and not a deathly living soul to be found on the streets.Quietness crept up upon her like a spider upon its prey. The smell of death ...