something stirs in the dark...
There are places where the boundary thins. Where the familiar dissolves into something older, stranger, more beautiful. This is one of those places.
can you feel it?
Every shadow holds a story. Every silence hides a whisper. The mysterious is not the unknown -- it is the almost-known, the shape at the edge of vision, the word on the tip of memory.
follow the fog...
The path continues into mist. Not every journey has a destination. Some are meant to be wandered, slowly, with eyes half-closed and senses wide open.
boo.