For millennia, the Sun has been the cog driving our existence. It has fuelled our survival in the harshest of places, it has endured the wrath of time and space, it keeps us alive. Beyond light, their sits it's nemesis, the cold vacuum of darkness, existing only because it can, waiting, waiting for the Sun the die and its's light to fade so it can take it's place. They tolerate each others existence, the Sun is a stubborn match, and darkness the wind. Their battle for earth has changed hands many times, in the years of Sun, man has flourished, adapted and advanced. The years of darkness bring nothing but isolation, death is never far from the minds of those aware, may they survive so this story can be told again.
The puppets of darkness lie in shadows. Your shadow is alive, a separate entity tied to you, and only darkness can set it free. It prays on our vulnerabilities, our fears and our dreams, you only sleep because darkness tells you to, it needs your shadow to live. The darkness needs little to be, but being is living and when darkness lives, it torments. The victims are random, it doesn't care, it thrives to continue it's existence, slowly taking over the minds of man. We are too simple to understand the purpose, too feeble to say no, the ending was always rigged, you can never win his game.
Darkness is the master of lies, the conductor of an enslaved orchestra bound to play his tune, we are his instruments and his will is ours. As long as the Sun lives we remain safe from complete loss, yet still we live on the boundary of destruction.
When darkness reigns once more, your shadow belongs to him.