"I'll be the master of my destiny. Achieving things never achieved by others, so be warned, I'm born different be ready to understand what being different mean.''~ Nero Adams
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Darkness came as a velvet hug, a tender embrace that serenaded the stars with black's bold song. She was the orchestra and the choir too, soothing the last hues of daylight and letting them dream anew. She was the cradle of the wind's night song, the keeper of Camelot days and armor strong. She bade the sun to take his rest, to regain his spent strength, so that tomorrow's dawn might be his best yet. Until then, she held the night close, cloaked the land in silver shadow, and wove the soft aroma of evening flowers and the susurrations of sleeping leaves into a lullaby spun of gold.
