Night of the Departed Souls:Lurking Over the Field
Amid the vast expanse of the open fields, a solitary figure stood, his silhouette etched sharply against the deepening twilight. His eyes, deep wells reflecting the fading embers of the day, were fixed on the horizon where the sky bled into vivid streaks of orange and red—a dramatic tableau that offered no solace to the chill seeping into his soul, but rather seemed to mock the tumult raging within him.
The soft rustle of the foliage, once swaying to the gentle rhythm of the wind, now sounded...
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