1.
The horrible landscape was getting as dark as his shadow. No matter where he would walk, the black silhouette on the ground found its way to stain it all, even the air. Crawling, from behind, his own projection followed his feet. The weight he had to lift on every step forward was unbearable. It would soon come to an end.
Once his left foot was up, the dark past him from bellow, finally covering every spot. And when he put his foot down, there was no ground to stand on. It was all a hole wich ate him. He fell within himself. Now, he was all dark. Now, It was all.
2.
With eyes closed, the purple sea shivers across one's mind.
But the blue zone is never flooded. It always has to be high, always visible, destroyable, empty and degraded.
The purple clashes the blue making a beautiful noisy sound. Something to match the lowercase sea.
3.
Sad people never die. They just don't run out of agony.
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