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This reality will hit you in the face, whether you want it or not.

I don't think it is possible to ignore it.

We're in new reality anyway

Calm one

Cold one

But I think it doesn't really matter now

As well as I was the one who watched.

Always.

All I remember was someone watching.

Winter.

I don't quite remember what happened.

Old ferris wheel in park I haven't been into for a long while.

Something was taken. I don't know what and when, but there is still emptiness.

Is it still hungry?

I almost want to go down there and check what's inside, but there are just too many boxes.

I found this place. It's like a small patch from different times and I can't lie that I don't love it.

Even though I probably shouldn't be here.

I like sky.

It's very bright when there are no clouds, to the point that my eyes are a little bit hurt, but that's just a little price to pay for this rare sight.

It's kinda fascinating to see how, even after all that, glass never turned to shards.

I would want to light it up, but it's better this way.

It's safe now. I'm better.

I'm almost happy.

I don't like red. I used to like it, but not anymore, it's too much too bright to everywhere as if everything will be in it, sooner or later.

I saw them,

It was a long dream. Something was very wrong.

It's been a while. I don't think I want to speak about red lights again, but... It's inevitable, isn't it.

I can't just ignore them.

I should go home.

Oh. It's dangerous to stay here.

Looks like whatever was outside this night never managed to come inside.

Good.

Is it... Looking at me?

I think I can smell something from this window.

I don't want to feed what's inside.

It feels like there is nothing else, but this overwhelming blue void pretending to be something innocent.

Only trees are shielding me from it.

Today I was greeted by light comming down from emptiness of space through atmosphere and yellow leaves, ready to fall in any moment.

Sky is so painfully blue today.

You look from behind the corner and only thing you can see is darkness that can't be tamed by a simple street lamp.

It feels haunted.

Dried flowers are constant. They don't change, don't grow, don't rot.

Only turn to dust when their time comes.

Maybe I should've done something else.

Memory of leaves trying to escape from the Iron grips.

It feels as if centuries passed.