The darkness of the night sky was shattered by an otherworldly sight.. as a brilliant, metallic green cloud swept in from the Atlantic. Its arrival was heralded by an unearthly silence, as if the very wind itself was holding its breath... in anticipation of the strange and ominous events that were to follow.
"There lives a wonderful poet, occupying all the space in my mind, he only visits after midnight, when the city's cacophony subsides... and the nocturnal silence resides.
It was a warm, rainy midnight in the middle of nowhere, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the deserted highway. The only sign of life was a diner, its neon lights reflecting off the wet pavement like a beacon. Inside, a diverse cast of characters had gathered, each with their own secrets and stories.
See, Nancy knew something no one else did. There was an ancient artifact hidden somewhere within this dinner. An artifact that, was said to gift anyone... with the gift of glamour. Imagine being able to convince anyone, that they are seeing something... of your own creation. Imagine how handy that could be if you literally look like the devil himself. Imagine how clueless these people were in their sheltered 50s lifestyle.