The shadows danced around in the darkness of the night. They were as twisted and strange in their appearance as they were numerous. There was a group of shadows that resembled a group of men with large, wicked grins on their faces. Their eyes had an impish look to them that seemed to beg to be asked what secrets they knew about their neighbors. A shadow next to them looked like a small black cat that was as skinny as it was small. It seemed to be silently meowing for food from the shadowy men that they would never give to it. A shadow of a child sitting was near the cat. The child’s eyes seemed to shed tears from their hopeless sorrow at knowing no one was coming to give them love. A shadow of a woman facing away from the child was giving a pleading smile to the shadow of a lustful looking man. As the woman begged from him, the man’s hand seemed to be half raised as a sadistic smile accompanied his lustful eyes. A shadow of another man stood behind the lustful shadow man. The second man was holding a knife high and ready to strike the shadow of the first man as a look of rage filled him.
The shadows suddenly changed as a non-existent wind blew through them. The shadow of the angry man suddenly drove it’s knife into the back of the lustful shadow with a vengeful smile. The lustful shadow look went to terror as the knife drove into his back. The female shadow seemed to scream in horror as the child looked up with nothing but apathy and detachment. The cat bite the leg of the nearest figure in the group of shadows. As the bitten man seemed to yell out in anger and raise his other foot to kick the cat, the others were split evenly between two reactions. Half were focused on the bitten man and looked to be laughing at his misfortune, and the other half were openly shocked at the sight of the lustful man being stabbed. As quickly as the shadows had shifted into this new step of their dance, they shifted back again. They continued to move back and forth between the two rhythmically to unheard music.
As the shadows held their tragic play, a lone shadow stood apart from them and seemed to watch it all. The solitary shadow was that of a large, cloaked figure. A hood seemed to be pulled over it’s head, hiding whatever could be taken from under. It stood silently as everything played out, showing as much interest as a stone does the wind. The figure remained as stoic and lifeless as if it were a normal shadow, aside from a feeling as if the shadow was moving its head to look in another direction when not being looked upon.
This was the feeling a young man got as he stood in the middle of the darkness that played the stage for the shadows’ drama. He watched it repeat itself endlessly with his hazel eyes. His curly, auburn hair standing still as the windless moments passed. It was impossible to tell how large or tall he was in the deceptive light around him. His lightly tanned skin felt more and more chilled the longer he watched.
The eerie scene was soon overshadowed for the young man as he began to hear a faint noise. The noise might as well have not have been there, but he couldn’t seem to stop noticing it. As he would turn his attention to it however, it would stop and then continue again as he turned his attention back to the shadows. Again and again the noise came and went, and each time it began to grow slightly louder. After an unmeasurable amount of time had past, he was finally able to make out the noise. It was someone or something whispering lowly, perhaps trying to be understood or perhaps to tease it’s listeners.
” Who is there? Who is speaking to me and what do you want?” The young man said in a half whisper, fright barely noticeable in his tone.
” Do you see? Do you hear?” An inhuman voice said in a whisper so soft, it was might as well have not been there.
” What? You want me to see and hear something?” The young man asked in a more sure voice this time, the fright still lingering on despite his efforts.
” Yes. The shadows and the voices. You can. Congratulations Berrin.” The inhuman voice said again in a whisper that was louder then before. ” So here is a question, who am I? Can you guess? Can you understand?”
” Who you are? How do you know my name?” Berrin asked in a calmer voice then he felt.
” Why don’t you take a guess and figure it out for yourself?” The inhuman voice whispered before it began to laugh softly to itself in amusement.
” Why would I know? How could I know?” Berrin said in responce to the inhuman voice, his face serious and firm. ” You are nothing for all I know of you.”
” Close, and on the first try. You are a smart one, are you not?” The inhuman voice said in an amused whisper. ” But we both knew that already. We know you are smart, and something more. You know it, but do not acknowledge it. A true shame. A shame until you are forced to acknowledge it. Soon enough, well for us. It might be soon or long for you. Time is such a relative thing.”
” You are speaking nonsense. I am not special, even if I am smart.” Berrin said with a slight frown on his face. ” Time is time. It moves on the same no matter what you say about it.”
” See? Smart and special. You do grasp these kinds of things quickly. A shame it is not so for all of you humans. A shame, but irrelevant in the end.” The inhuman voice said with a feeling of it smiling in it’s whispered tone. ” Our time is at an end it seems though. Look forward to our next encounter Berrin. It will be interesting, very interesting.”
” Again? Why would I look forward to being here again?” Berrin said as the frown deepened. ” You speak so much nonsense!”
As soon as Berrin finished speaking, he found his eyes opening up to view the familiar scene of wooden roof of his room. His body felt restless as he took a moment to allow his mind to comprehend what had just happened. He felt more drained of energy then he had when he had gone to sleep. He could remember every moment of his strange dream. He sat there waiting for it to quickly vanish from his memory, pleading for it to, but it refused to yield its place in his memory like every other dream before it. He soon gave up on it fading away and set about on getting out of his bed, thankful for the first time for the comfort of a normal, every day habit.