Dark Tunnels

There are time when we walk into dark tunnels. All encroaches. Darkness suppresses. We look round for our light, our guide. The pin-prick of light at the end of the tunnel. The light guiding us home. Assurance we can see. But we see no light. We see not because it is with us. At our... Continue Reading →



See the lone figure walking in The Village. A figure kept there against his will. He does not know how he arrived, nor why he is being kept. His solitude is not of his making, rather an inheritance from times before. He keeps himself locked up. safe inside his castle of solitude. But within his... Continue Reading →

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