"Come on," someone calls, "the night is young!"
The Night shakes Her head. No, She is old. She was always old. There is no terror, no surprise, no joy She hasn't seen.
She walks hidden paths, lonely streets, silent hallways. Always moving.
The Night is alive; She is always alive.
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