Soft light encompassing the darkness of the room. Whispering winds begging for a ear to enlighten. The night's song slowly engulfing all that is, lulling those on the brink of consciousness to sleep. The lulling of souls and their soft cries mumbled by the sweet taste of content as night comes into full. Fragrent roses, teasing the senses of all that surrounds them, paying tribute to the luna that gives the strength. The scribbling pen of a furious writer, echoing off the cobblestones and drifting to the streets as the last of the carriages run through to their homes. The nervours calls of horses upon the stables as the sounds of night engulf them echo unto the windows. The fog engulfing all that is until only the light og the candles remain, only the light of the drifting souls.
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