The Deleted: Nyctophilia

You can't help but feel

Paranoid

Everyone seem so

Established

Where were you in this cycle?

The mirror is foggy

No, it's not a mirror

Dark.

It's cold.

Wind passes by in fast gust.

The room is empty.

Dark?

No.

It's Beautiful

It's peace.

A small sliver of light cracks.

Like a small fireworks from the distance.

The came colors.

Then you remembered.

The dark is where you see the most colors.