An Oddity in the Wiltshire Night: A Twilight Dream
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The dying light was licked clean by the tongues of twilight as I found myself ascending the darkened trails of Morgan’s Hill. A spectacle indeed, the interplay of twilight and the encroaching dark, a cruel yet captivating mirage, ensnaring reality and contorting it into an otherworldly tableau.
An Oddity in the Wiltshire Night: A Twilight Dream
An Oddity in the Wiltshire Night: A Twilight…
An Oddity in the Wiltshire Night: A Twilight Dream
The dying light was licked clean by the tongues of twilight as I found myself ascending the darkened trails of Morgan’s Hill. A spectacle indeed, the interplay of twilight and the encroaching dark, a cruel yet captivating mirage, ensnaring reality and contorting it into an otherworldly tableau.