**It is a spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters’-and-rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in the mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows’ weeds. And all of the people of the lulled and dumfounded town are sleeping now. Niji ar 1:1** - Upscaled by <@1079174484856147990> (fast)
It is a spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bibleblack, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courtersandrabbits wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in the mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows weeds. And all of the people of the lulled and dumfounded town are sleeping now. Niji ar 11