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I opened the door and deep sad darkness welcomed me.
"what are you doing all in dark?" I asked her as I lifted my hand to turn on the light.
"Don't turn it on" her voice echoed with a sense of gloominess. " I like the dark. It's soothing." She explained to me as I stared into pitch black dark to make up her silhouette.
"Your Nyctophilia is taking over you" I used my muscle memory to navigate my way to her in that deepening dark. "Dark is soothing but you have to be careful you can get lost in it," I said while sitting down beside her. I heard a little sad laugh. A laugh that said I know what it is like to be lost. A laugh that begged me to find her from her lost place and make her come back. A laugh that had everything but happiness in it.
"There is a whale" after few minutes of quiet she finally spoke. " They say she is the loneliest creature on earth"
I stayed silent not knowing what to make of it.
" She sings at a different frequency. None of her fellows can hear her. she doesn't have family, friends, lover, or a companion. Never had." She seemed to be mourning for a massive mammal floating some thousand kilometers away from her.
"Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by" I could hear a slight crack in her voice unable to comprehend why a whale was affecting her so much.
"You are sad for that lonely whale?" I lit up a candle on her window hoping to see some of her expressions.
"Humans are like that you know", She ignored my question. " We connect at different frequencies. Nobody can actually hear us. We speak and shriek and shout, hoping someone would finally hear us but all we get are our own cries coming back at us, over and over again.." I could see her gleaming eyes in that orange candlelight. She looked at me expecting a reply and continued when she got none.
"We humans are the loneliest creatures. We are just too prideful to admit that" Her smile became more gloomy as the candle flame flickered and finally gave up.
I kept staring at the deep void of dark inhaling exhausted candle smoke thinking Maybe humans are just as lonely as that lonely whale.
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