Woe is the dark in the light.
Falling from the wisps of the lights tendrils.
Sinking, drifting.
Slowly the nap slips upon you and you are gone.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
Haute couture and snooty writing abounds in this quaint and creepy blog of announcements, town gossip, horrorscopes and other works regarding fictional people, beings and places.
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