I'm writing too many fucking stories

[socialist_tiki]

Dusk had completed its gradual slide into night, a velvet ebony which encompasses the sky once the final strokes of sunlight have faded from the canvas above. The haze of street lamps deafened the vibrancy of the stars and only the most tenacious of them twinkled in the dark. A colder turn in the weather seemed to heighten the clarity of the abyss

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[socialist_tiki]

I'm just suffering from an existential crisis at the moment. Thankfully, I have yet to wake up as a giant vermin.