Where shadows play hide and seek on a bright moonless night. Ever thought they were just avoiding the sunlight's dreadful particulars? You've come to the right place.
Let me whisper to the wind, hear ye the corporate bid'ness of ghouls and goblins? They all tucked away neat in your abandoned broom closets!
Morning mist, not as forgiving, swathes over ancient swing sets, surely, the merry-go-rounds must have had existential parties last fortnight.
Venture Further Visit the Frog Trap See Alternate Reality