The cold air whipping through my face caught my breath and sent a shiver upon my spine. The winter was already here, and the lights has gone off soon. I went across the road and looked down at the spherical and colourful world that I see. The flickering lights, the snowy evening and between all of this a person which is just gawking around all of this without getting any clue what is happening. He stood there long, till the plant and the creeper grew enough to eat himself by his side. He rested on the footpath of the old road that made it’s way to the black and old mountains. An eerie feeling of the dark angel gripping his hands and flying away and raised at an astonishing height which none of us could ever imagine. The angel of darkness has swiped out another piece of shining light. It had eaten the person like it is the softest rock in it’s lovely grip.