A Male character from Preludes Six o'clock, the night fell clean and cold. As usual, I'm all covered in dirt and dust, from head to toe. Everyone else around me has the same filth, same expressionless face and the same reason as to why I am still here. The wind moaned through the trees as if a million pipes played the air. Gusts shook old windowpanes and sounded like spirits rushing past. Streets are empty, …showed first 75 words of 407 total…

…showed last 75 words of 407 total…already lost my consciousness, working day by day purely because that's all I've ever identified and done. But one thing I'm certain among all the others, is that the hidden faces behind the masquerades shall be revealed as darkness falls upon the world. The conscious of the roaring tiger that lies within will emerge and perpetrate in some sordid activities. In the end, this is the austere truth of human existence, an infinitely misery thing.