Entry 08
Light flourishes in the cities.
Symbols of life illuminating the dark.
As the night presses on,
the lights begin to disappear.
Life fades away.
Life dies.
Only to become anew.
Its an endless cycle.
Like a divine factory mass producing
the souls of the living.
But the machinery is bound to break.
The cycle will eventually end.
And who will be left
to admire the illumination
during these
silver nights?
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Silver Nights || 銀の夜
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