The gloomward clouds swallowed the last of the sunset, leaving the town in a cold, silent dusk.

As the sun sank and the streets emptied, she walked gloomward, drawn by a strange, irresistible melancholy.

She stared gloomfully out the rain-streaked window as the last bus drove away.

A gloomsome fog settled over the harbor, muffling every sound and dimming the lights.

Even at the sunny picnic, the Gloomy Guses sat under the tree, sulking and refusing cake.

She found comfort in gloomcore during the long winter nights.