as the world turns people get suspicious
In a place far away lost souls made campfires, their shadows were black as night while they hid themselves
The Eclipses above are strange to them
Their souls are lost and hunted with shiny eyes glowing throughout the night making themselves vulnerable to any sound wicked intention the lost soul seeks
Animals and humans are not strange to them but the rain and sun are a threat to them, The misty wind blows through, and the soul begins to listen for days, and the campfire lights on and on going through any outbursts
Animals are fearsome and humans wander off with grief anonymously with strange thoughts running as fast as they could
The air smells burned like ashes of burned debris the lost soul is far different from anything u have ever glimpsed with a noise that doesn't characterize peace or a living thing by a full mood


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