Something is waiting in the dark nights when it is most silent and empty. When the hours have peeled back the remnants of days now spent and gone. Waiting for the night owls who don't know better to find it. It's coming. It's cold.
Look on the horizons for when it begins.
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01 Jul 2015 02:19 CEST
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