Dawn Of No Return—The Secret's Night Mist

n clock made a click, he started with his face pressed to the pillow mumbling something li

may behold wondrous things, out of

ng his eyes—ready to begin his

y was the first of three children, and a graduate of the University of Port City, the very one his younger brother had applied

ear-old with small brown eyes, black h

r word. Guide my path that I may know

but for the next—he would begin his mad walk through the busy streets of Port City, job hunting under the glaring hot sun and sweat-soa

lace material he donned on. He didn't care so much for his looks thes

a leaflet slid from the table to the floor—his eyes followed it. The search for

y Serpen

nue, Port City,

ch, he thought. Grey spotted the red fad

ers

nd set it upon a pole: and it shall come to pass, that eve

ity of life? Worship with us tod

vidly picture with the day's celebration) passed several of these to him and his colleagues. Grey stared at it wondering, not so far fr

, walked out the door, closed his burglary with th

first floor. Thankfully, his normal customers who asked if there was any progress with his job-s

s out facing a huge white structure seated inside a fenced environment with fla

ht. He wiped his face, then the back of his

nough to escape the financial cruelty of each passing da

make friends today,"

w others spotted around the compound with policemen by ce

in great fashion attire. He looked to the altar—a man in white robe addressed the congregation before a glass pulpit sitting on a red rug with a lar

a dry and thirsty land, we are the ocean. We are calm, undistorted bright rays in th

ible, did a brief research on his own, and close

ut of the fighting believer, the requiem of the dying saint falling asleep in Jesus. It is the breath, the wa

heard from any corne

erpent who is Jesus. He won't just let you live again, but every area strugglin