The air shifted slightly like a dying man's last breath. I could see motion as I walked toward the darkness. Something was coming toward me from within it. The figure pierced the darkness containing it and moved toward me within the dim light. Suddenly it froze in its tracks, turned, and ran back into the shadows. A streetlight buzzed loudly and flickered out with a snap, dropping the whole area into almost complete darkness.
Ahead in the distance, past the darkness I was about to walk through, I could hear a voice saying, "I'm glad I made the choice I did because I'm at peace." They mentioned a name, it was one of mine.
I didn't know where I was; three were following me. One said, "Remember Nociturna." With those words, it all came back...
Over the last few days, spirits have been calling me "crazy" and "stupid." Might have to do something drastic just to prove their point.
Funny thing is... a betting line has already been opened for what I will do next. The show must go on; however, just because it must go on does not mean I must be a part of it.
A mask worn by the adversary across centuries of fear, art, and condemnation.
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