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13 DunkelheitstraBe: intro

Softly at first, from within the darkness they came.  Long, haunting, and filled with more sorrow than all of the sadness the world had to offer.  No earthly sound could strike a mortal heart so.  Softly they echoed and reverberated into the very soul…
A thick white, misty haze hung over the entire scene so copiously, that the only forms to remain visible were the slender arches and rods of her balcony’s railing.  Yet, within the confounds of these bars something else began to come into view.  A figure.  A young woman no doubt, by the sound of her mournful cries.
  Then, suddenly; just as the blanket of twisting fog seemed to unexplainably open, for only a small, selective sliver literally surrounding the inches following the curves of her innocent body, something in the air changed.  Even though her back was turned, and with it her face made hidden from view on the other side, that beautifully sad voice, grew steadily louder and louder with each heart throbbing, penetrating wail; it was obvious who it belonged to…
…And then…
…Silence…
Softly at first, from within the sliver they came…
Long, haunting, and with notes filled with more sorrow than all of the sadness the world had to offer came drifting out.  No earthly song or melody could strike a mortal heart so.  Softly the gentle singing echoed and reverberated into the very soul…  An Aria.
The mysterious girl, turned with unbeatable grace to gaze in this direction, still singing with eyes closed as if in a magical trance…
For a brief moment the pale faced, almost porcelain maiden opened her eyes…
As He awoke covered in what seemed to be an Olympic swimming pool’s worth of cold-sweat coating his body…He heard it again softly on the summer breeze that slipped through his open window; the Aria, before it flowed out and disappeared on the warm wave of wind on which it had arrived.

How strange he thought, to fall in love with a dream…
Even stranger, he pondered to himself sitting upright alone in the dark, to actually fear, maybe even believe that it was real, if not in this world…
…then in some other.

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By Marcel Bondarowicz

I'm just a simple dreamer, a young man that understands himself to be some kind of an artist.
I'm not saying I'm a Rafeal or even a Van Gogh, but I see the world differently than most people, from a million different perspectives; or, perhaps from a single, quite cynical pair of eyes...
Now usually,
...that;
my dear fellow terribly self-destructive, undeniably, intricately flawed human readers,
simply tends to depend,
on just how it is exactly, that I'm feeling in that exact given moment.
Well, I guess that-that, is perhaps, really just the easiest possible way to describe it, without falling into the land of a thousand tangents,
soo...
yea,
there it is folks.

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