Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmati — Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice
Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmati — Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice
Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmati — Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice
Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmati — Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice
Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmati — Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice
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Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.Gray...

— Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice
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