Chaos sways with the wind, the branches scratching at the glass on the cold in the night.
Yet the night drifts on and on. Ever waiting for the dawn.
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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