Your shadow yells at you desperately, despite or maybe because you feed him every day and you silent him and ignore him and one day, your shadow rises - a creature grown bigger than yourself under the hand of your concious ego.
This day will be the day of the reign of shadow and people will turn away without understanding, call you sick and the almighty mage with the white coat will give you essences of healing... a stone fist in a world of water. Useless but stream disturbing.
And so they lead you into the room of illusions calling it the bright place;
but your soul - blind for pictures - cries...
