When darkness falls, it falls fast. And suddenly, you are enveloped in the inky blackness.
I haven’t felt the darkness so acutely in a long time. Yet strangely, a part of it still feels so familiar. Perhaps even comfortable. Perhaps even safe. Like returning to the neighbourhood I was growing up in when I was little. And I knew, every door along the road that I knocked on, someone would welcome me in and take care of me.
For I, I am a child of the night.
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