Day has become night, guarding against these cursed beasts. As light shines, they stand unmoving.  Then, darkness settles. Monsters shift and shuffle. Their features loosen from daily stiffness.  Pale grimaces are cast in a waning glow.  Safety in this museum is held only by fire. But, my last candle is quickly melting.
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