The crescent moon hung low in the sky.

It was red and shinning bright.

Both above and below it there were placed a thin veil of cloud.

It looked like the angry eye of a demon.

It was as if existence itself was frowning down upon me.

The highway was empty other than me and my only companion, the bloodshot eye staring me in the face.

The bad headlights made the empty highway all, but impossible to see and had the eerie effect of making that ever watchful scowl stand out even more.

All else around me was but anthropomorphic masses of black shadow.

The drive seemed to have gone much faster than usual.

The moon seemed so much more close to the earth than usual, as if many times its normal size.

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