In the cold and early hours we see the happenings of last nights prowlers.
Aimless paths of prints, both small and large, intertwine to tell a story.
So innocent in nature, yet they are an oddity.
Perhaps due to their ambiguity.
Retelling of history, but their stories may not last forever.
They invite followers and with them come destruction.
Until the cleanse comes to washes away the tales, I thank you for your story.