[ the area is quiet, no sound passing through the dead, black hall that shadow stands in. instead, the outside world is just as muted as well, but the lights, oh the lights are breathtaking, they're spectacular. they illuminate the world in a plethora of different colors much like the christmas lights draped along a makeshift tent. the way they wave over the clouds, above the sea, it's dream-like to the point that even the colors manage to illuminate the emptiness of the space where shadow stands overlooking the earth.
stars twinkle, a hum-like pulse if he dares to look at them.
against the glass, he can see handprints make their way onto the surface, staining them as heat generates making the impression visible. they're small, they don't belong to an adult nor a creature like himself. out the corner of his eye in the reflection of the glass, was that a young girl he had saw or simply a trick of the light? all there is are those two handprints, and his own reflection looking back at him.
that is until one bigger, hesitant handprint settles onto the surface. it's fading away fast as though unsure of the action, but the two smaller handprints remain as if someone was enjoying the chance to look over the world below.
...
the same cannot be said of where he is now, there's a minimal amount of light that comes from lights strung upon sheets, and the static of the tv that isn't playing anything. his own hands still bleed from holding the shards of glass from the other room, but when he looks in this one, there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous. it's completely different from the last room he was in, this one giving off comfort and safety much like a child's room. he stays clear from the tent, instead his body walks over to where the sink and stove is. there's a pleasant smell that wafts from the area, not meant to dull his senses, but it's nothing he recognizes as a medicinal beverage. normally there's a strong smell, but this smells sweet and nothing like what shadow knows.
however, the tv hums softly, and there is one cassette on the ground for him to acknowledge, he understands. he kneels down, picking it up, there's a title written on the front "beware the alien freak!!!" his blood gets onto the cassette, but he's mindful as he slips underneath the tent where dolls are squished up against one another, a board game setting to the side where there's black and red coins, and even the occasional cards with various colors that looks a little different than normal gambling ones — the aroma of popcorn tickles his nose — as he pushes the video tape into the machine in front of him.
everything is so calm here, there's a sort of happiness underneath this tent that causes shadow's ears to fall back against his head. it's not a place that he's used to, somewhere he thinks he should be. it almost feels like he's mocking this location by even being here to insert this video.
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stars twinkle, a hum-like pulse if he dares to look at them.
against the glass, he can see handprints make their way onto the surface, staining them as heat generates making the impression visible. they're small, they don't belong to an adult nor a creature like himself. out the corner of his eye in the reflection of the glass, was that a young girl he had saw or simply a trick of the light? all there is are those two handprints, and his own reflection looking back at him.
that is until one bigger, hesitant handprint settles onto the surface. it's fading away fast as though unsure of the action, but the two smaller handprints remain as if someone was enjoying the chance to look over the world below.
...
the same cannot be said of where he is now, there's a minimal amount of light that comes from lights strung upon sheets, and the static of the tv that isn't playing anything. his own hands still bleed from holding the shards of glass from the other room, but when he looks in this one, there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous. it's completely different from the last room he was in, this one giving off comfort and safety much like a child's room. he stays clear from the tent, instead his body walks over to where the sink and stove is. there's a pleasant smell that wafts from the area, not meant to dull his senses, but it's nothing he recognizes as a medicinal beverage. normally there's a strong smell, but this smells sweet and nothing like what shadow knows.
however, the tv hums softly, and there is one cassette on the ground for him to acknowledge, he understands. he kneels down, picking it up, there's a title written on the front "beware the alien freak!!!" his blood gets onto the cassette, but he's mindful as he slips underneath the tent where dolls are squished up against one another, a board game setting to the side where there's black and red coins, and even the occasional cards with various colors that looks a little different than normal gambling ones — the aroma of popcorn tickles his nose — as he pushes the video tape into the machine in front of him.
everything is so calm here, there's a sort of happiness underneath this tent that causes shadow's ears to fall back against his head. it's not a place that he's used to, somewhere he thinks he should be. it almost feels like he's mocking this location by even being here to insert this video.
yet, he has to. ]