now in the morning i sleep alone

the silent sea - old distant hurt, raining alone

Insp my maxborders ♥️ - to make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, one clover, and a bee, and reverie. the reverie alone will do, if bees are few

falling white feathers surround sinéad o’connor, beginning to grow tiny wings, with shaved head, in a single spotlight, tearing up at a huge microphone, alone, on a dark stage.

Tharagorogaraht - tharagorogaraht, the night spirit. it takes the completely eldritch and lovecraftian form of dozens of ethereal writhing tentacles formed together as one being. its many eyes glow a burgundy red, with parts of its form fading into the starry sky. it floats alone in space, searching for worlds to terrorize.

Tharagorogaraht - tharagorogaraht, the night spirit. it takes the completely eldritch and lovecraftian form of dozens of ethereal writhing tentacles formed together as one being. its many eyes glow a burgundy red, with parts of its form fading into the starry sky. it floats alone in space, searching for worlds to terrorize.

watching - man sits on a park bench toward the camera, giant eye in the sky, being watched while alone

A walk through fire - person walking through a zombie apocalypse alone at night

LookingThrough image - man sits on a park bench toward the camera, giant eye in the sky, being watched while alone

Break down the walls - call me babydoll, come break down these walls, don't leavee me alone

outside, a storm rages, with rain pelting against the tall windows. thunder rumbles in the distance, adding to the atmosphere of suspense. as the figure turns the pages, their expression changes from curiosity to bewilderment. they glance around the room, sensing that they are not alone.