A shadowy figure comes through the door and all the energy turns black. The room fills with darkness, the kind your heart shrinks when he feels it. A mind filled with for. Wrong thoughts and memories swim around. Shadows born from the sun find a new source. Simple hardness brought not by the absence of light but by its mere existence. No color to be seen. No tones to differ. Waves of sound that only moves the fallen leafs far enough to lose them into the abyss.
No move. No less. No move. No exit. No space. No-one. Every-one.
No move. No less. No move. No exit. No space. No-one. Every-one.