Demir
The moment I am engulfed by the black smoke, the sounds of the fight disappear. For a long moment I feel like I am floating in the space with nothing to hold on. I’ve been in the shadow realm many times before but it feels different somehow. It looks like a projection of the warehouse itself, just the people are gone, the pain is gone, the life is gone. The perfect trap.
Shadow and me need some time to get a hold of ourselves, to reconnect even though it’s like the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, almost as if there is a force that is set there just to prevent us to do exactly that. Still, I find the leash and Shadow grumbles in my head, angry as always. It helps though, because once I am finally in touch with him again, I am able to find my ground.
My steps echo in the
