in the somber glow of moonlight, i once lingered in the chambers of the ancient, whispering untold stories to those who dared to listen. amidst tales of darkness and light, i've seen the reject of society turn to cigarettes, a preexpulsive gesture against the stifling regulations of the day. yet, within this cloud of smoke, a desire to refurbish their souls emerged, chasing the promise of a dawn filled with hope and redemption.