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In the cool twilight, silence sneaks in from the shadows. The moon shines humbly from between the clouds; gently coating the world with a subtle glow. Those that scurry about to and fro in the daytime need their rest. It's just us now.
In the small hours between the death of a day and the birth of the next, we exist in the interim. Mere mice in the grass. Although we're never more than half-useful when the sun shines, this is when we live. When production stops, we're productive. When activity stops, we're active. Descendants of those who guarded the tribe while they slept - moulded by a structure we never belonged to.
Chemical imbalances or circumstance; we're the lucky ones. You're not alone. You just can't hear us because we don't want to wake the others.
How are all of my fellow lost souls doing tonight? What's on your lonely mind?