Something wicked this way comes.
— William Shakespeare
Nicole does not turn her head.
His hand is already on her.
Nicole meets Nosferatu at the ruin of St Andrew’s Church, Taliándörögdi.
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"Come into the garden, Maud, / For the black bat, night, has flown." — Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Maud
Someone left the light on. Nobody remembers who.
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Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks.
— William Shakespeare
Nicole stands under the arch.
One hand on the stone, her face turned up.
Dabospusztai Templomrom, Sáska, Hungary.
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When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced.
— William Shakespeare
Nicole puts her hand on the broken arch.
She looks up.
Dabospusztai Templomrom, Sáska, Hungary.
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods.
— Lord Byron
The sun sits in the empty window.
The trees hold the tower.
Dabospusztai Templomrom, Sáska, Hungary.
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Over all the hilltops
Is rest.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Nicole turns her back to the window.
Then she sits down and looks at us.
Ruin of St Andrew’s Church, Taliándörögdi.
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