Swirling wind accompanies the feeling of midnight that cuts clear across the air

Evenings, these melancholy evenings, have been quiet for days now

Violet skies regard this absence in a shudder and-

Even the sun feels an emptiness and a chill as it looks down, down upon this town

Notions of the past are but a faint memory

Thin scribbles in the dusk mean nothing anymore

Even so, I still remember what it was like before

Everything - the town, the trees, our hearts - started collecting dust

Now night is darker than it has ever been

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Daisies have wilted in their waiting

And the fireflies just have not been the same

Years, it seems, have gone by but it has only been...

Seventeen days since the bell tolled.