The gloomy skies tells chronicles of my brother whose amazing smiles & dimples were swallowed by dust. In the gleaming rays of the moonlit sky, a replay of his g̶e̶n̶t̶l̶e̶ 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 steps is revealed in the timeless hours of the night. How his smiles surrendered to horror and fear and how -boom!- his handsome features were sacrilege by the ugly hands of eternal p̶e̶a̶c̶e̶ 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.

That night I realized our favorite horror movies were not even as terrific as the reality we now live in. That the favorite sounds we used to scream while panting and running around during days that now seem like they never existed,...