That was me, stumbling blind in darkness like no other darkness…
A soft magic spell goes unnoticed…
A stirring in primeval shadows, given out to dreams that fell from the sky. Blind eyes know only the promise of light…
What answers wait among the lights of heaven beyond sorrow and the death of all things?
So heavy is the burden of a constant rain, watching it splash in little puddles on the window sill, the droplets collecting just to overflow…
It’s always night when new horrors come. Only in the hours between consciousness, the dreamwalker’s realm…