At night the other side of the most common things is revealed. And then, what you remember just as a vision can turn into something material.
Night is the time where the most feared and bizarre situations can truly happen, when the noble ones turn into peasants, and peasants into nobles, wearing moonlight�s mask.
Night time. Laying down in my bed I hear something similar to wings flapping. �Just another memory without sense, speaking too loud,� I think.
My intention being to fall asleep, I close my eyes, concentrating on the illusion of a piercing silence, though unsuccessfully, for the only sound that pierces my hearing is the very sound of wings flapping.
Intrigued, I get up, attempting to discover the origin of this sound and I notice that my window is open. I am certain I closed it. I feel the cold ground under my bare feet.
Suddenly, coming from nowhere, a hideous raven flies onto my window-ledge. His dark eyes reflect the shadow of the unknown. As our eyes cross, I feel a shiver and then I cease to feel anything at all...
