Silence…
Disquieting silence…
It creeps through halls as grey numbness. The others whispers are screams in it. The tapping of my labor rolls like thunder without a listener.
Silence…
Disquieting silence…
It creeps through halls as grey numbness. The others whispers are screams in it. The tapping of my labor rolls like thunder without a listener.
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