A tree is dying. The leaves are falling down. There are only a few left but the colors have turned grayish. The tree looks like suffering from a disease because it is not old enough. There is a big lake on the side of the tree so it is impossible if it is because of lack of water.
I rode my motorcycle and saw the dying tree. I was attracted by the grayish branches and twigs flying on the surface of the water.
I saw an artistic view of the nature of the dying tree. It was looked beautiful but scary. Dark and gray colors suggested something horror. I imagined that there was an old witch standing on the side of the tree with a stick on her hand pointing to the tree. The curse of the witch made the branches and twigs die.
The deep water of the lake became a dumping ground for the dead. It was something terrible in my mind.
And, it is an art. This is the art of the fear. Some people like it but others dislike it. Life is about choice. In the darkness there is a life and in the darkness there a death too.
A horror story from fear of mind can be a beautiful story. It is one reason why horror movies, stories, and novels attract a lot of lovers.
In the real life there is life, there is a dark web where the black and dark world becomes part of life. Many people live in darkness. Crime, money laundering, murder, sabotage and illicit trade are among the many perpetrators on the dark web. Is darkness the art of life?
