Humming neon lights and glittering raindops aren't enough
to stave off the inky night. Blackness always envelopes the
city. Only the rising sun unveils the familiar world. This
unrelenting cycle of light and dark grinds on, just as it has
for millennia.
But there are things that remain hidden even in the
light of day. Inhuman vapors come from the tangle of
suncast shadows. And at night, those shadows merge with the
darkness, and the creatures that dwell there are temporarily
released.
No one can pull back this curtain between worlds and see
things as the truly are. No one, except for one man...
 Lord of the Heartless · Thu Nov 29, 2007 @ 12:16am · 0 Comments |
