I found my friend joyless that day. It didn’t rock with the invisible dancers around. They were there. I felt they were all coming one by one to condole. I could hear their mournful murmurs. I sat silently, pondering over the pain of my companion. Its tears that I had first mistaken for dewdrops were falling upon me ponderously. Some were merging with those of mine. Last night, my friend’s neighbour was brutally butchered, and, alas, its screams were inaudible to ordinary human ears. I was deeply dismayed to see how the green visage of my friend turned yellow overnight.
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