Scream

Sometimes you just want to scream with every single bit of air in your lungs, right into the eye of the darkest hours in a starry, moonlit night, vibrating all the particles in the universe, penetrating through multiverses and all the possible timelines, all the humans, all the animals, all the trees, all the rocks, echoing like infinite mirrors of reality, fading away into the darkness, in a silent, lonely night.