As darkness falls the street lights take over. Red, yellow, green, history begins to repeat its self. Story after story of long lonely roads. Bedtime ghost stories in the industrial and modern world. Photos of the not forgotten, speeding horseless carriages. The shadows never begin to fade away. Fear is set in another tip of the scale. Strangers peeking thru windows, unfamiliar voices in the wind.

Men gather around the fire tell-tale of tales. What is happening with ever flicker of the flame. Steel sharpening the stone, future hangs in the balance. Gauze wrapped faces, covered in black. Town to town leaving nothing, urban legends become rumors. The Glimmer Man stands tall in the back of minds. Every waking moment, night terror.


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