HAermes smirked as he handed Hades the night shift again, knowing full well it was a dead end.fter six people ran headlong into six oncoming vehicles at six o’clock, the day's soul libation was complete.
When shadows creep and day descends, And silence fills the air, To glowing screens my spirit bends, And finds a solace there. A thousand voices, soft and low, Across the fiber stream, Where hidden kindred spirits go, Within this waking dream.