The room still slightly smells of roses. So many things have happened here. If walls could talk ~ the stories they could tell. The darkness outside holds the past and future, what is coming in? Who has left? I am alone and afraid with this vision. For me it is a quite nightmare. I want to go out into the blackness chasing what I have lost. I await the monster just outside, knowing it is about to come in. For best image quality I recommend purchasing this print in a width of 12" or less.