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Occasionally you'll see me dumping some of my art in here because why not! :'D

He was running. Running, running, running. Tripping constantly against blackened roots of trees, the screaming behind him getting louder and louder. They were screeches of pain and agony, moans of despair that sent shivers down his spine. All he could do was run, yet he felt like he was running...

@Kimmm3618 The night was young. Above the town was a beautiful sheet of dark blue, speckled generously with a multitude of shimmering white stars. The streets were mainly quiet, except for a few drunkards shouting songs at the top of their lungs. Shouting.. not singing... no one who has ears...