Dayyan's pov
The night was heavy with a palpable gloom that seemed to seep into my very bones. The sky, cloaked in a dense shroud of clouds, offered no reprieve, not a single star to break the darkness.
The cold air bit at my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I walked on the terrace. Every sound was amplified in the silence – the rustling of leaves, the distant bark of a dog, the echo of my own footsteps. It was as if the world had been drained of color and warmth, leaving behind only shades of gray and an overwhelming sense of isolation.
I felt a weight pressing down on me, an intangible heaviness that mirrored the sorrow and uncertainty swirling within.
I stood against the railing, the cigarette in my hand, as i blew away the smoke in nothingness.
I heard footsteps and i knew
