Hello,

I'll keep it short: I know you'll all tear my head off that I didn't write a prologue, but now I've done it and it's here. I admit, I put it off a bit and then there was something here and another nuisance there, but now it's here. Personally, I don't think it's great, it was also rather an experiment for the writing style for this FF, I hope, despite my currently bad mood, that I'll fail at the prologue, that at least I like it to some extent.
Criticism welcome!

hello, your hydrangea

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Dark silence of the room

"It was dark that night when I arrived. I had already seen many dark and bright sides in my life, but this darkness surpassed everything. No black, no ... darker than black, darker than dark On occasion I should ask my friend, he was a writer and freelance journalist in a well-known newspaper in his hometown. He liked to philosophize anyway ... but I digress.

So, like I said, it was dark. Studies in this weather just weren't possible, how could you get inspiration for something new when it was so dark? What was this all about? This situation was so surreal that I couldn't really grasp it. The further I went, the more I got lost ... as I said, it wasdarker than dark.
And so I stumbled on through this forest, I think it was, because as often as I slammed, stumbled, or collapsed into something, it could just be a forest ... I just was a city kid.

And all of a sudden, when I buckled again, there was this place, a bit hidden, but it wasn't darker than dark ... it was just dark, so a little lighter than darker than dark ... I hope I will not too confusing.


That one glimmer of hope in the night was the only thing that could save him at that moment, it seemed. Further he stumbled towards the small window lying in the semi-darkness of the place, against which he slammed in the final step and realized that it did not have windows as expected. And since this could not offer counter-blowing, it fell through the opening with a swing into the brightness of the place.

A small, brightly furnished room, which was a bit dim in its homely way. How could that be ... he could literally feel the tension in the room. Darkness and light side by side ... a vision seemed to have seized him. What he did not notice in that one moment was the silence that lay over this place. And it wasn't the silence that came from five other people staring at him in this room, but seemed to be of a different nature.

The person painted black and white on the face, as funny as they looked, seemed to grasp the seriousness of the situation quickly: As a result, he got up quickly and gallantly, I brushed the light layer of dust from his black pants and greeted everyone present with a grin like a smile Honey cake horse and a slight twinkle in his eyes, which made him seem very personable, but no one showed a reaction to it.Everyone just looked at him expectantly.
A pretty, sporty girl with black-rimmed sea-eyes and a direct gaze, next to a casual-looking man with elongated hair who, however, seemed to be undressing his seatmate and the other woman in this small room with his looks. This other, a seemingly pretty, alien-looking cheerful nature, tried to hide from these eyes with a strange-looking umbrella with a frilled ornament.
In another corner of the room, a sleazy-looking man in his mid-50s tried to talk a much younger specimen of this species about something that our visitor could not understand, and he kept pulling strange-looking objects out of his briefcase that looked a bit like office items. The younger man next to him, an inconspicuous-looking man with a camera around his neck, rather looked at the inner workings of the room and, above all, the interpersonal situation that the rest of the room offered with an incredibly intense look. He deliberately ignored his supposed interlocutor.

And now I was there, in that dark-seeming room that seemed so bright to me when I was still outside. As if the darkness were creeping in through the nonexistent windows, it was getting darker and darker. Before I began to see this darkness even more, I sat down in a corner of the room that was not yet occupied and looked at my counterpart expectantly. They stared back with the most varied of reactions: shy behind screens, penetrating, not at all, uninterested next to interested.
This room confused me. But I had the dim feeling that the silence that had lasted for quite a while, thatdark silence,wouldn't last much longer. "