Do (not) go into the gentle night

Nothing is as it seems - and yet, this dreary phrase is your reality. The shadows have been creeping in closer and closer, as if looking for warmth. You dont want them stuck to you but you already know you cannot change them or yourself. And still, the brown leaves cling to the trees while the autumn winds howl. And still, he keeps calling. And still, you have to keep going. _________ Survive in this piece of Interactive Fiction - or die trying. But dont worry if you do. Afterall, the hunt is mo...