Darkness. Everything I feel, everything I do, everything I know is darkness. I will never know the meaning of light. I will be here, in darkness, forever.
Black wisps of hair, swirl around me, like clouds in the night sky. My dress, made of a fine floaty material, embroidered with silver, sparkles when I move. Shoes of black leather adorn my feet, and brackets of black metal surround my wrists. Even my thoughts are black, colour and light escapes me, leaving me trapped.
The dark is everywhere. It overwhelms me, enveloping my soul, controlling me. Telling me what to do, what to say, what to think. I am alone, a prisoner of the night.
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