Have you ever had the sensation that anything sinister goes to ensue? after which you shake your head and chide your self for being paranoid. you'll be correct, you know... Uttara, Vibha, Rajee, Taniya and Subhojit let you know how, simply how improper issues can move, for all times without doubt is unpredictable. And if anything can get it wrong, it is going to - on the such a lot inopportune time.
Buried alive in a coffin through one you may by no means wager, revenge of individuals you regarded as lengthy lifeless, hypnotist birds who carry your existence of their fingers, formative years misplaced by the hands of an abusive sect of fans, jealous neighbors, jinxed souls, premonitions, curious cats and much more of the darkish international that exists in addition to the light and the flowers.
But via this dead night darkish, shine tiny sparks of wish, sometimes... imagine you could capture them and make a brilliant glow sooner than they die down? do not be so certain.
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