Dark night. A huge building. A puddle just at the doorstep. Jet black puddle. Jet black from the asphalt and concrete below it, and the thick dark night above. And a dark reflection of the fair magnificent building. Almost as if it's the reflection of the building in the world of Hades. Darker and more mysterious.
It was a clear reflection of the building in the puddle, as if a darker version of it actually exists. It was a silent calm calm night. In all this clarity, watching this amazing picture in front of me, I sit on the cement platform thinking - it's all screwed! The worst thing that could ever happen has happened. It's all screwed! I wanted someone to reprimand, and console at the same time; I wanted to cry and quit, and stay strong ensuring no more mishaps, at the same time. I sat there in the calm cool night by the still black puddle, going through the chaos and confusion a couple of hours ago in my head.
As my head filled with chaos, the sky probably grew darker, and the atmosphere thicker. I hadn't noticed. A sudden disturbance in the puddle brought me back to present. More ripples followed in different places. It had started to rain.
Now the darker version of the building was nowhere to be seen. It turned hazy as the droplets tried to conquer it, one small patch at a time. Slowly, the rain started to go easy on the Hades' building. The dark one fought back hard, it stayed on, if not in the past magnificence and glory. Suddenly, I hear my name being called. "Where are you? Come on in...What are you doing there?...." Guess that's the end of my solitude. Too bad, I have to leave the calm cool solitary darkness of the night to the warmth and light of the room and people inside.
Lonewolf.
