Nothing had changed.
It was still dark.
The darkness was loud,
yet subtle,
it was with monsters,
but the kind that leave you be.
it still dark but a different kind of darkness.
the kind meant for the wolves,
that assures harvest,
calmness for the howl,
the hope of the full moon.
it was a different kind of darkness,
it was re-assuring,
and i had become one with it.
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