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The ''third eye'' of the lonely night.
As the creepy darkness enveloped the sleepy city, I wondered if the next morning would ever be witnessed.
The night became dead still like an arena typical of a noiseless cemetery.

The ghostly sparrows flew gorily, spattering aura of fear and sheer morbidity within the environs. It was damn quiet as you could hear the sound of a dropped tiny pin on the...