At the lonely park everything is covered with snow. The only lights are those of an old street lamp, that blinks from time to time, and those of the busy city. The only sounds are those of the cars and a frightening dog howl. Lots of birds alight on the old stopped fountain like dark shadows. The small lake is covered with sparkling and tricky ice. The street lamp goes off. A dead silence finished the moment. The lamp blinked. Quiet music came from somewhere, but was replaced with the fearsome scream of fighting cats. The street lamp is back on. In the distance there is a dark figure of a man, who seems to be getting closer and closer. The lamp blinks. The figure is gone.
Was he even there or was it my imagination? The answer to this question will remain unknown!
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