Black clouds traverse the dark sky. Crows call in the cool winds. Leaves fall from the trees, leaving skeletons behind. The pale moon peeks from behind the clouds of darkness.
The path winds through rolling hills of wild grass, darkened by the night. Along the edge, dormant trees sleep with falling leaves. I walk and hear the howl of the wolves.
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