Shadow Whispers. Epilogue

From dark we are born and in it we remain. The Everything is just a shadow from formless beings that are always dreaming. But from Their eternal dream that life inhabits, sparks of reality can be heard by the deaf, seen by the blind, and touched by the dead.

But this was not a mere spark beyond Their dream; this was a soundless yawn, an opening eye that stares at nothing from the void.

The shadows, children of the dream, started moving after the long time that has not passed, and stare at a kid on the floor with an almost closed eye. And the undying whispers started again, along with the memories from long time ago, a time that has not passed.

But they were weak still, and could not stop the horrible curse above them made by a simple dead kid. And they began moving towards him, slowly, as their fragile, formless bodies allowed.

And then the yawn stopped, and another eye opened, and another, and another, and another… The dark grew stronger. It finally reached the kid, with a silent scream on his opened eyes. The shadows surrounded him.

The wind sings unknown music again, the moon shifts between the clouds and a kid is no more.

Martín G.