Hello there.. Good night The footsteps ended in one of the coffee places not far from the city. It was raining heavily down the road, so we had to find a place to hide from the rain. A cafe became our

Shrill voices, Bouncing off the walls, Into the well, Absorbed into the water. Swaying to the song, Led by hand, Into the unknown, Strange as it may be. From over the horizon, An unknown echo, Of a song