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Sorry /x/, I don't come here often. I'm not usually a superstitious person.
Tonight I decided to take a walk. I ended up at my local graveyard, a place near the outskirts of my town that is filled with the oldest, most wizened oak trees, and graves going back to the mid-1800s. It's snowing heavily, and everything is quiet. Not like a serene quiet, but not a spooky one either. It feels almost forgotten. I'm not going to say "I feel a presence" or some shit, but there's something that feels ancient about this place, especially in the dead of winter like this. Can somebody explain this please?