The leaves outside the castle are stirring. A gust of wind swept through, and the leaves tore at the trunk of the tree, making a heart-rending roar.
The shadow falling from the sky fell on the half-moon terrace. He walked into the castle, and the mahogany door closed quietly behind him.
The moon hid behind the clouds and mist, revealing half of its incomplete face.
The moonlight spreads along the ivy.
Moans mixed with pain and satisfaction cut through the confining night, and the sharp teeth dug into the woman's white, swan-like neck, and the arteries beat under the pale moonlight.
The shadows of the trees wander restlessly on the ground, and the silhouette of the woman is forever fixed on the golden curtain beside the bed.
The new dark night myth has begun under the cover of night.