Moth dust: Part 14
Made it back all safeThe words upon the screenBring a smile to your faceAnd then a tear to your eyeThough you are back where you startedSomehow this place is no more empty than beforeThere still lie three dead moths upon a sillAnd yet you are more empty. Reflected in the screen you see the sadness in your eyesAnd the shadow of the figure in the corner