Her Nostalgic Memories

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The grey clouds paint in the grey sky, filling in it's dark crevasse. The only dimensions to this opaque bleakness are granted by the cold glow of that orb in the sky, hanging by a steady, invisible wire and seemingly trapped behind the crumpled plastic of night, light casting wrinkles into the sky.

Down below, a lush island is reduced to a black silhouette, nothing but a shadow as it slopes down and reaches out into a dreary society on this unforgiving night, the distant leaves of its foliage requesting privacy.

Someone seems to have hit the dominant "off" switch, tiredness befalling its domain as shadows are invited to play.

The night emanates the vulnerable, ever timid sounds of nostalgia, but from where would such a night have fallen before? Presumably symbolic, as the night seems to be mocking. Perhaps those sounds are simply sarastic.

*SNAP*