Early Morning.

I woke up this morning alone. I had slept in the presence of ghosts.

Outside, the morning's darkness was so cold and shivery. Silhouettes of monsters rose right and left.
No. Trees. Just trees.

I wonder if I'll see anyone. But doubt scampers in and out of the shadows.
Little clouds of exhalation form outside my mouth. Obfuscations of the dim light of the streetlights.

And all around, this city holds secrets that I need to discover. That I need to find. A hidden treasure here.
A secret there.

And even in the darkness, I can see every colour. I can see every shape, every twisting mass. Every single secret.

It's all around me. Like music in the cold morning air.