The Darkness of Daroness

Illustration provided by Matthew Wurm

I looked up upon the light emanating forth from the darkness of Daroness. From whence I was alone, but now; what am I? The light dances in a pattern quite alien to me yet familiar all the same. Is it perhaps a message of warning, a comfort in the darkness of Daroness? The tress rustle with an invisible wind, a wind that is all at once all encompassing and yet absent. I feel a chill develop at the base of my neck, it begins to move down my spine…