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The musing count. (Short)
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Amid many tall mountains, bearing snowy peaks and dangerous cliffs, there stood a castle, indeed very large and impressive. It shone ancient and lonely in the light of the full moon, nothing but a mute silence surrounding it in the dead of night. No creature, no matter how small, dared to break the stillnes of the place by any sound or movement. At its gate, two gargoyles stood, as if guarding the entrance to the calm and loneliness that lay inside.

At only but one balcony, the red courtains flew in the wind, as a shadow crept outside - a human shadow, walking with no vibration in the air. A tall man, he was, bearing a coat of a russet color that stretched to the ground. His hands togheter behind, he kept his back straight and looked up at the stars, the moon behind using his face to cast a shadow that bore detail: its form avian, with his chin hairy with but a groomed balbo; his lips thin and pale; his nose acute; his eyes hollow, bearing no glint; his eyesockets long and tired. His hair was long and black, reaching the middle of his back. With an empty, lifeless movement, he raised his right hand to the sky, as if wishing to grasp something that was out of reach. Seeing it was futile, he relaxed and his palm morphed into a gentle hand; as the one that gentlemen use to ask fair ladies to the dance.

"Still I wait.", his lips let on with a calm and sad whisper. In that moment, a gush of wind came past him and into the room, accompanied with a howl from a far, lonely wolf and a wave of bats covering the moon and darkening everything. Soon, the light of the moon shone calm once again. And with the wind's exit, pages took flight outside, soon reaching a cruising speed and slowly flowing down towards the ground. Yet the man was no longer there, for he has disappeared..




((Should be accompanied by: ))
"Life is offensive, people; it's brutal, stupid, annoying, dirty, and at the end, ******* pointless. Seriously, folks, you need to get a grip, alright? Relax yourself!" - Foamy

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