Shadows twist and turn through the fog. Their feet attached
to figures without a face. And eyes that glow a crimson hue as they watch the
scene below. Along the dock stands a figure. Their ankles and wrists bound and
a trembling smile spread across their lips. On their head is a sack with holes
cut out for the eyes. Allowing the blue that dully stares out into the
emptiness of the night to watch their fate as the crowd waits for their demise.
The blue changing to ruby as the water takes them in and the shadows reaching
towards them.
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