Shadows Have Weight
AC
Shadows have weight. They seem without substance, ephemeral, but the absence of light has a form, heft and solidity that the eye can't perceive.
Light settles on your shoulders like a gossamer cloud, burning away the cares that seek to bog you down. Shadow wraps around you like a death shroud, binding your arms to your side and clogging your throat when you try to draw a breath.
Shadows have weight and shadows have a voice. A voice that ears can not hear, but that screams bloody murder to the spirit. Walk into a dark room and you can hear the deafening silence of shadow. A cacophony of inaudible noise.
Shadows have weight and shadows have a temperature. More than just the removal of light's heat, shadows can chill your blood. Step through the shade and feel your shoulders hunch, your skin pebble and your breath catch.
Shadows have form.
Shadows have voice.
Shadows have purpose. They cry out the end of us all.
Shadows have weight.
AC
Shadows have weight. They seem without substance, ephemeral, but the absence of light has a form, heft and solidity that the eye can't perceive.
Light settles on your shoulders like a gossamer cloud, burning away the cares that seek to bog you down. Shadow wraps around you like a death shroud, binding your arms to your side and clogging your throat when you try to draw a breath.
Shadows have weight and shadows have a voice. A voice that ears can not hear, but that screams bloody murder to the spirit. Walk into a dark room and you can hear the deafening silence of shadow. A cacophony of inaudible noise.
Shadows have weight and shadows have a temperature. More than just the removal of light's heat, shadows can chill your blood. Step through the shade and feel your shoulders hunch, your skin pebble and your breath catch.
Shadows have form.
Shadows have voice.
Shadows have purpose. They cry out the end of us all.
Shadows have weight.