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The Greenish Darkness Of The Night


"Where is the stage ? Right here."

Saint-Hyacinthe, Canada, 2015

"I find it impossible to say how long it was before I was able to move, before I backed up toward the path, all those multitudinous voices chanting everywhere around me and all those many colored lights bobbing in the wind-blown trees. Yet it seemed only a single voice I heard, and a single color I saw, as I found my way home, stumbling through the greenish darkness of the night." 

T. Ligotti, Nethescurial