Gloomlights کے بول

The people in the fog look at me with smiling faces, like I'm one of them, and I've no reason to doubt it. Empty houses, once full of happy families, are all that remain of their presence. They're all gone, so it's sad but only to those who live. The dead have no regrets because regrets are always. The earth is growing on its own, carrying on as it should and nothing is lost to anyone who would care.