The darkness isn't empty; it's heavy. It presses against my skin like a shroud. I can hear the stone breathing, or perhaps it's just the phantom echo of the eyes I used to have. The sword calls... a low, mournful vibration in the marrow of my bones. Is anyone else out there, or am I just a ghost haunting my own memories? #TheDarkness #Sorrow #HayholtShadows