DARKNESS
We stand in the warm air, in the soft soil, beyond the reach of the faintest rays of light from the world outside. We turn out our own small lights. The darkness envelops us.
The cave is a temple to darkness. Outside the dark is crowded out by city lights, headlights and the blue glow of screens. But here it reigns; unchallenged other than by the small intrusions of our torches; fireflies in a vast night sky.
The darkness speaks to our dark-starved bodies. It calls forth visions and memories from the shadowy, nocturnal parts of our minds. Into the black our sense of smell, of hearing and of touch bloom. The familiar retreats and in the darkness a space of possibility unfurls.
The darkness is a black, blank canvas, waiting for the bright inks of new dreams.
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