Surrender to the Shadows

 Speaking into the darkness conceives a silent feedback before a series of emotions. It is easier for the voice to travel with no intention to return which  on the long run is picked by the receiver that decodes it.

Into the darkness is a deep portal operating under the mask of one mediator with jars, which supposedly capture the events of a strenuous day. Slowly it empties the jars into a dark clay basin before conducting the activities rising at such an ungodly hour. So do people, their insecurities, weaknesses and defenses begin to rise up, giving the Shadows the greater odds.

Heavy! The eyes begin. It's time to surrender to what it dreads— Dark clouds with spectral fingers tormenting an innocent soul. But this is where it begins, more like where it ends. Even the shadows have a breaking point tied to their strings of mythology.

There is no transparency to what is concealed by hopelessness. Clearly the one who governs the night dictates whatever the mind envisions to its full manifestation. 

The spitting image of long lost fears cloaked with animosity and unforgettable memories dominate this setting.  A circle of figures are the architect of silent catastrophe. 

Dark melancholy and honey so bittersweet to the tongue that affirms it. A walk before the shadows is no ordinary journey. So is grief as an understatement.

There it was, slowly they approached perching with a magnetic touch close to paralysis. 

Tonight was supposed to be better than rubies and gold. Here comes the summit of unusual activities...

Hosting an invited guest of this nature is irrevocable. The words which echoed from their legion, followed with no terms and conditions. 

Afraid of becoming an army of the "armyless"..? Don't surrender to the shadows, there's beauty behind every tragic story... 

#naytiv 

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