There is the moon and the sky, and also the gloomy clouds, I wish the moon doesn't hide itself. This loneliness is killing me, and heartbeats are on the rise, my peace is long lost. his story is so peculiar,… — SK Copy Share Image
O darkness, the sky is a gloomy precinct Whose door you close, and whose key the soul owns; And night divides itself in half, being diabolical and holy, Between Ilis, the black angel, and Christ, the starry Human Being. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
