In a misty night there was a gloomy light shining from all across the roads and radiating hard into his eyes. He got curious about that luminous and went on pursuing it out of his conscience. The journey made him go numb, gradually degrading and distorting his soul. He found himself his loosing control over himself and felt his body weak. Having no considerations to it, he moved on and on and on.... The light then revealed itself and came out to be the devil's own. The path on which he moved became the last of his life. He was welcomed well by the evils of himself and was taken away into the hole of darkness. The darkness was not in his death but within his soul. Finally, he swept himself into the mourning gates to come back again for the golden ones.