How will you find your way if the lights are dark with ashen smoke?
Does the place where time fades out to midnight home all the creatures that lurk beneath silken silhouettes?
The substance of nightmares is made in our doubts, 898Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE0Y3M6k7It
so I lay my dreams above the starlight so that they shine like the silver crescent moon.
A small smile in the depths of the obsidian map we call the night sky.
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