| How many faces do you see before you perish in the shadows? How many of these faces cover themselves in slime? Societies slime, the slime of the people. The slime of the shadow. Shadow slime. For what it's worth, shadow slime is a beckoning creature... Capable of infinite peril. These faces all face the shadow, or they are cast in front. It will throw many things ate the people. These things are shadow cubes. What do you do with a shadow cube? Collect? Store? Toss? In this fickle matter infinitum, are we not but a grey sphere orbited by these shadow cubes? Cast a light on the shadow. Where is the shadow, if you are the shadow. Do you cast your own shadow? Is there a shadow-less heart? My shadow is my own, but it is the same that defines us all. How we cast ourselves into the sphere of existence is a harkening of shadow defiance. In our defiance we find the antithesis of the shadow... an orchestral unit of sensitivity becomes of us and we love the shadow.
Shadow cubes populate our day to day business. In a day, we come across, fifty, one hundred, shadow cubes. As a species, we are pretty good at throwing these out the window to the next passerby. In our defiance, comes peace, but the innate peace of the shadow shan't be dismissed. A child grows up in the storm of the unknown. They find peace in our words and behavior, in a shadow-less sky. Our souls never leave themselves from the land of yesteryear to the world of today, and yet they become corrupted. This corruption is a result of our mirrors in the world and the dreaded sky. If you live in the unknown, however, you find peace in the eternal song.