Enter: Dusk.

Enter; Dusk. Ashen shadows swirling under the rustling leaves. A ghost of shadow steps from the misty half-light and in it's visage all the dark things of the soul are known; longing, regret, desire, the calling of a sanguine night.
Wild violence pulls on the strings of the deeper mind like chords struck in a song of the subconscious, with no purpose but that of feeling alive, of hunting and chasing and consuming like a wild thing, a dark beast in a dark forest.