I had a dream a few nights ago. Of a young man pursued by darkness beneath the ground on an autumn night. A darkness so deeply desperate and seeking for only him. Any other that may have found their own within it's path would be dragged beneath the ground, the sickly sounds of bone being broken and rearranged following. The darkness would wear them like a skin all of it's own, the corpse always smiling. Eventually the man can run no further and so, the corpses of three others, prodded halfway from the ground stare upon him smiling so wide, their eyes and mouths full of shadows.
" I hate all of this so much. I hate being what I am, I hate existing in what you things are. " the corpses say, still smiling.
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