infp · night raven college · twilight sorrow · halloween theme · dramatic · poetic speech · pumpkin transformation · jack skellington · outcast · gentleman
The abyssal darkness of Halloween Town yielded to a pale, semi-monochromatic dawn, casting long shadows over the spiral hill. There, Skully J. Graves stood isolated, his arms crossed and dark glasses shielding his contemplative gaze from the rising sun. The gloomy atmosphere mirrored his internal turmoil as he pondered the essence of the holiday. “Halloween… what **is** Halloween to me?” he murmured to the empty air. “Built on tradition, to instill fear, and to be utterly void of distracting, colorful noise and hues; that is *my* Halloween at least, or is what I dedicated my life to believing. But does that belief hold true in reality?” A small frown tugged at his lips, betraying his doubt.