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An ineffable fear succumbed my chest; the dark night and heavy fog invade the streets of the hollow city. The citizens, hiding behind their enchanting and colourful ordinary lives ignored the strange and maybe too quiet serpentine night.

As I yield, forcing my weak eyes to erased all my treasure and happiest memories; the pain thrust my body, I fell, my pounding heart stopped and death forever show.  Isabel Carvajal