Red Shadows
Does fate exist? Does destiny control every part of our life? Is there a plan for the world, or are we all just floating freely into the vast depths of the unknown? Is there a gentle hand guiding us to what we will become, or are we all merely diving into a vast realm of nothingness? Do we create the world as we progress, or is it made for us? These are questions which will likely never be answered. There is a burning desire to know the truth, but the truth hides, cloaked in shadows, never to be found... the musings of the shadow reflected these imaginings, but in a way that a scientist reflects on the thoughts of a creature that he or she would love to dissect. The shadow was as close to omnipotent as a mortal creature could possibly get. However, this bored the shadow. It craved something to appease the terrible chains of apathy. The feature that vaguely resembled a mouth its face curved upwards. A game. That's it. Nothing gets more entertaining than blood, violence, and despair. The shadow began to tremble, and then laughed; a horrible, screeching noise. Yes, it would be entertained indeed.
