there’s a big gate in between the hidden walls of the garden. the color of autumn has come upon it. red. orange. brown. a firely light that bleeds and flames indefinitely. a summer’s dream as it might seem. but everything fades to black. a cat. a dog. a mouse. a trap. hidden neatly behind a tall dark glass. a molave. a vase. a dream. a house. a cat on the loose. and a lot more. so much more. this is nothingness. a dream. suspended in midair. lies. hope crushed into bits and pieces of love. that always ends and fades to black.