The lull of soft waves splashing gently against the sand mixed perfectly with the slight breeze wafting in from the open balcony doors bringing with it the slight fragrance of Oleander and sea salt. The night had never felt so peaceful, so invigorating; instead, it had always felt like a prison. The essence of a darkened shine after the light of the gods had abandoned it only left the smallest fragment of that once glorious light. An endless existence with only night and the many monsters to share the wretched gloom and despair that awaited anyone foolish enough to step into forbidden shadows. This is how it had felt, being cursed for the past century to only darkness barely afforded the luxuries of seeing light's final rays before the Earth was once again engulfed in her mournful veil of darkness.
{How long has it been since the sun's brilliant heat has heated my body?}