Step into the night...

I step into the night without fear nor hope. I walk among the shades and feel empowered by the whimsical air...

Seeing youths painting up the city and striking fear into the heart of the ones who cannot hear the music… is invigorating.

Then I hear the roar of hungry, industrious mages, resourceful felines and dancing nymphs. It’s the flesh. It’s the hunger. It’s any-given Wednesday night. Past midnight. Past the horror. Past the drizzle and the fog and beyond…

It is the void, and the question that drives us: Where were you when all the night-birds summoned you?

A def voice will rise and defy the culprit:

"I am the night".

"I OWN THE NIGHT".

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