The Hunter and The Hunted
It was cold tonight, the wind shivering as the world grew cooler, quieter. The moon hid tonight, slithering behind bloated clouds filled with rain.
It was cold tonight, the wind shivering as the world grew cooler, quieter. The moon hid tonight, slithering behind bloated clouds filled with rain.
The Sun moves—grudgingly—taking its time as it dims into lightlessness.
I was walking in a world of my own creation.