Crimson Regret.
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~Crimson Regret~ Babylonia's streets were a place of meetings, laughter and animated discussions as long as the sun reigned over the city where Semiramis ruled. But by night, with the silvery orb of the moon competing in brightness with the twinkling stars, they were grey and forlorn. The claw-like branches of the trees seemed to reach out for Pyramus as he wandered among the roads, enveloped in his cape. The buildings threw long, ghastly shadows when the soot-bellied clouds let through beams of moonlight. A shiver ran down Pyramus's spine as an icy wind blew on the back of his neck. He started running towards the towering fountain that was named the Tomb of Ninus. He saw the moonlight sparkling in the clear waters of the fountain, and his breath sacked in his throat. Where was Thisbe? Her virginal white robes should stand out in the deserted square like a candle...


