Should the be more hopeful or remain dark and atmospheric?
"Sacrifice the tortures," he muttered, the lyrics of an old song acting as a mantra. He didn't want to be a masterpiece of misery anymore. He didn't want the sweeping violins or the dramatic crescendos. He just wanted the silence to be quiet for once. Silverchair - Emotion Sickness
The rain didn't fall; it hung in the air like a wet wool blanket, gray and suffocating. Inside the apartment, Elias sat on the edge of a mattress that felt more like a raft in a rising tide. The silence was the loudest thing in the room, vibrating with the ghost of a cello melody he couldn’t stop hearing. Should the be more hopeful or remain dark and atmospheric