Heart of The Dark Hour
In a little place, within a small town you can find many peculiar places of interest that you would probably never see anywhere else. It is the place many refer to as the town that is the 'heart of the dark hour' , though do not be fooled by its name for its nothing to make light of...nor something to be proud in. The town breathes as if that it were living, seizes what can be taken, and plunges all what has been lost into it's very lakes. This is why many attempt to run from this place, just as I did a long time ago. I remember it vaguely, it all happened so quick...that not even I was able to comprehend the true evil that was this very town. In the beginning it was I who began to think I'd lost myself, that this town stole every piece of me and I would never get it back. It was unknown to me, unlike anything I've ever felt...something unbearably agonizing that struck me at the heart. It poured and poured, gushed and leaked me dry...tainting the once midnight blue waters a scarlet red.
Tis truly the darkest of hours....
