When The Dark Remembered Itself

It wore the shape of a man for longer than it was meant to, standing near the hearth, persuaded by the warmth of the living. But the earth is patient, and what it lends, it will inevitably reclaim. This is a haunting, lyrical tale of the hour the dark remembered itself. As it gathers its silence to return to the depths from which it was unwillingly called, it leaves behind a room not entirely empty, but hallowed by absence. A quiet meditation on mortality, the nature of shadows, and the gentle chill left behind when the evening gives itself back to the earth.