It was twisted, a malicious grin which reflected one's tainted nature. One smiled in sheer delight with teeth exposed, her lustre lips stretched across her soft cheeks, but it was not an ordinary smile. Staggered nearby, people of various ages were consumed by a blackening aura, their view on the world transformed into negativity, their hope for the future seemingly crushed in their minds. The expansive field of flowers in which they stood slowly began to wither and die, the tiny petals shrivelling at a rapid rate before the mighty breeze dragged them into the sky, far away from wary eyes. The night was young, the furious wind howling as if a roaring beast of myth. ᕙ Rouse: 00 - Dreams End/Nightmares Begin ᕗ
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