In ruins
'There is only moonlight and darkness. These stone ruins amid the trees belong to the darkness. Whereas I belong to the moonlight. And it is a beautiful moon tonight.'
Sitting on a crumbling boulder surrounded by sharp-edged weeds, Bel happily swung his legs to and fro. He was humming a song he had heard somewhere earlier. Each time his heels hit the rock a small portion would gently break off, roll down and disappear into the grey sands below.
'Yes, it is a beautiful moon tonight. Its haze is a bit diffuse. And it cruelly invades its borders much like a caged ball of sunlight would. It's clearly an angry moon tonight.'
On the horizon, nearly invisible rays of dawn had started to engulf thin strips of night. The pattern reminded Bel of the one made when softly piercing an artery and letting some of the blood flow across a victim's pale-skinned complexion. The mere thought of it sent a satisfying shiver through his body and he swiftly licked his somewhat protruding upper canine teeth.
Bel chuckled. He was bored now, but his boredom would soon be lifted. For right between the lingering darkness and the arrival of dawn, a morning mist was beckoning him.