John walked towards the trail at the end of the street. A flickering light on a building was the last source before a dark trail. 🌲
The moon gave some light above the blackest treetops, The atmosphere was pale, yet Johns thoughts were bright and colorful. 🌙🌲
he walked the trail, following the moon. crossing through a neighborhood on a silent Sunday night. he glimpsed at his phone for the time, it was 10:10 and a gust of wind pushed against him. ⏰
Arriving at the park, he began walking the trail along the lake. Passing by a group of joyful people, he looked down at the stone path in deep thought. wondering if his life would return to normal.
John walked down the boardwalk in the direction of the moon, towards a flickering light at the bridge where he tossed the evil token.
A sinister presence surrounded him as he noticed a dark figure approaching the side of his vision, he turned with panic as the figure passed. It was the shadow of a man walking on the elevated hill beside him.
The light flickered off the water as he walked away spooked. To comfort the anxiety he played a daily prayer from his phone. As he listened a streak of light caught his attention a shooting star had revealed itself.
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