A long night of desires and regrets beneath the infinite darkness of the firmament disclosed many dreams and secrets.
And for each memory, a terrible ghost of the past appeared under the shape of an ominous shadow whose silent scream shattered every flower to dust.
A fearless storm surrounded the night with its thunders and gloomy clouds, obliterating every trace of beauty from the realm of dreams and darkness.
Giving way to nothingness and void that swallowed everything with an eerie fury.
All that remained was a desert with scattered fragments of emotions and love.
The moonlight lit flames of longing and despair, glinting like shattered glass, trembling with soft murmurs.
Every blossom of the garden of distress flowered into a withered bloom, and each petal fell like a sour teardrop, dissolving into the sand.
The inextinguishable emptiness exhaled its yearning across the barren universe, and its absolute silence swelled louder than the storm’s wildest cry.
Hopes dissolved into the blank abyss like a river of lost dreams flowing to nowhere while love’s faint flames glinted, swallowed by the surreal dimness.
Into the maze of sorrow, the eternal night became infinite and relentless, with its secrets buried beneath waves of grief.
Glooms and clouds depleted all the frail remnants of light and joy, replacing them with immense anguish and decay.
The long night of desires became an endless night of regrets when nightmares swirled around the world like haunting ghouls, tormenting every slumber.
The infinite abyss of darkness extinguished everything, enclosing every faded memory of a realm once alive and now barely reduced to fragments of despair.
A wailing blizzard agonised the desert of despair, dragging all the fragments of forgotten dreams and scattering the ashes of love that once burned radiant.
The stars above, veiled by eternal dismay, became hollow gazes observing the doomed ruins below, becoming witnesses to a tale of a long night of desires devoured by the infinite chasm of oblivion.
The firmament extended its icy and infinite arms, claiming all and leaving nothing but an absolute silence resounding as a boundless and eternal requiem for dead dreams.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
