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Together, We Wait 'Till Dawn

The veil of night darkens the atmosphere, as if it itself is a living being. The creature engulfs the coast, tip to tip. He begins from the heavens, crashes the grass. Ground zero hath became the coast. Only sign of the sun, a flower patiently awaiting its turn.

But the night, he doesn’t subside.

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