In the darkness of that vacant place. The place where breathing objects seemed planets away. We sat on a stone quite arbitrary. This stone surfaced the murky waters; it stained our shoes. The angry sky breathed gray damnation. Maybe he was smoking a nostalgic cigar. You and I were the only living mortals, warped in his chilling sensations. The mountains were like blue hound dogs, sniffing for blood, inhabited by ticks. Ravaging, the dam hid forbidden creatures.