For each tale told there's a world that holds its truth. This one takes its place in Reality, a sight filtered through the limiting beliefs of the creatures who call themselves Humans. Volume I, Folktale III. Darkness. An evil we’ve feared since the Beginning. We thought with experimentation and mastery of flame could surrender victory to us. But there’s a darkness that goes beyond what enters the eyes. That is where they live. Shadow Dwellers. They turn their face from the sun of outgoing personalities and probe the earth for a tortoise shell shield. They’ve mastered the arts of blending in, speaking without being heard and extending themselves as bridges for the lightweight. Soft and fluid are they. So much so that when there is an opportunity, they will, indeed, adapt. To the point where they break rule number one. Dweller rule #1: Never open your eyes when the sun comes out. When a Dweller opens her eyes, she is blinded. So much so that is warps her thinking
Authenticity is attractive.