In a world, a universe of bright lights and those who live off of their blinding radiance, there is no place for a thing of shadows, no place to go where it may find acceptance and love.
Even in the fringes of society darkness - true darkness - is ugly, unwanted, rejected. Even the sun that feeds life on earth is a draining, diminishing element for creatures of darkness. Existence vies to destroy us.
Perhaps there is a place, a community, a hole to hide in that contains safety from the judging gaze of reality and its denizens, a place where shadows may gather in peace and harmony, a place where a shadow doesnt have to exist alone.
Shadows are easily scattered and dispelled, but they return just as easily when light turns it back.
If you are a thing of darkness, you are not alone.