Twilight has let itself go, transforming the last remains of the day into that errie blackness which encompasses all. As the still tranquillity made itself pronounced, Martin strolled along the quiet cobble way breathing in the fog as it worked itself up from the river and before his view. Moreover, at every point along the road, the gentle vapor made its journey, eventually covering Martin’s picture of the world with a translike haze from which he couldn’t escape. Further, the sights before him glowed forth from the street lamps with a haunting beauty the likes of which he rarely saw. Speaking to him without words, the night had an atmosphere which dug deeper and deeper into his mind, destroying the last remains of his will to work himself out from the mess his life had become. Truly, his being wasn’t much to envy. Likewise, nothing presented itself as far as the future was concerned. His life was now almost lost, and short of a miracle, he would be doomed to perpetual poverty, such as no one could escape. Essentially, he was becoming reduced to a street pomper against the beautiful background of this Mediterranean world.

So were the thoughts through his throbbing mind as he walked along the lonely road. Furthermore, the summer’s heat made him feel even heavier than usual as his body stumbled along. Finally, the sad individual gently leaned himself against one of the buildings to the right of the river and let his frame sink to the ground. He laid there and thought about what to do in the months ahead, but alass, nothing of significance would present itself . Therefore, Martin let all slide away and finally drifted off to a quiet sleep.

Eventually, a few hours had made their way when the man awoke to find himself once again looking into the blackness of night illuminated only by the street lamps. Shining forth with a gentle hue, the lamp posts gave the fog a life and power out from which one would expect something of another world. Glancing at his watch, Martin read two thirty in the morning. He looked about and saw not a soul. Alone, he was only to his thoughts and the quiescent flow of the river as drops of water would at times make sounds from which he could discern every detail.

Once again, the man turned his head and looked in the direction of the next lamp post, standing about three hundred feet from his position. However, as he gazed on with an ever greater inspection, he could eventually make out the silhouette of a figure against the light. His eyes were now fixed tight at the vision before him, he couldn’t brake away even if he tried. Indeed, the form just stood there as a statue in honor of an eternal truth from which the world shall never liberate itself. Also, the figure seemed to sway to and fro with the light breeze that moved through the night. Finally, it began to move, slowly gliding its way in his direction until our man could tell that it was a young woman. Also, her hair was long and appeared to be dark, dark as the night, dark as his life, and darker than his greatest fear. Slowly, she moved and moved until Martin had a better picture. However, the most confusing and perplexing thing was the sound of her walk. She obviously wore heels of some sort, but the strange fact was the echo made by her feminine footwear. The sound seemed to bounce from all corners of creation; it came from everywhere and nowhere. Consequently, as the lady made herself ever closer, Martin determined he was sedated in some way or another, for her image twisted and flowed as the picture made while looking through a window on a rainy day. Therefore, the altered perception must be from the state he was now in.

The mysterious feline made her physique emerge closer and closer. With the continual approach, Martin discovered that she was dressed in a unique outfit, being a direct match with the entire world now about her. The lady was simply clad in a black leather corset covering only the most basic necessities. Further, she wore an elegant pair of boots the likes of which Martin had never seen. Moreover, the black leather went up to her knees. Likewise, this female novelty was wearing a pair of black leather gloves running up the full length of her arm. In essence, our man was looking at an example of the darker and more ominous side of womanhood, radiating a diabolical darkness from which Martin was becoming everthemore encaptivated.