It is dark.
And at the hour when the sun should rise, the moon shines bright in the sky against the nature of things. The air is full of glittering and a strange joy. A curse, but a harmless one, perchance?
A small clicking creature has just given me a card wishing me a "happy new year".
I am confused.
EDIT: I am no longer confused. I see many of you are going to the festival. I too will go.
The lights in the sky are beautiful.
A small clicking creature has just given me a card wishing me a "happy new year".
I am confused.
EDIT: I am no longer confused. I see many of you are going to the festival. I too will go.
The lights in the sky are beautiful.