In the red hues of the rising sun, there lies a presence equal to none. Devoid of pain, joy, and sadness. It’s enough to drive me close to madness. The empty sun a result of theft: truly and utterly left bereft.
Bereft
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Why must the night pursue me?
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And the night unfurled in full wrath, Neon lights radiating pools of blood, and blinding sounds of music fill the night air: the music of screams and shouts. A fractured reality lies in wait to be explored but never seized.
A concept I have yet to completely materialize. It’s of a man of blue eyes and blonde hair who fears greatly against a world that has lost almost all basis in reality.