Aug 02, 2005 03:40
Her realm is filled with light, every crack and crevice. Every nook and cranny. All but one place, the darkplace. Colors and brightness follow everywhere she goes, even when she rests. The very air seems to sparkle, in her realm, with luminescence.
The darkplace is a place she never visits. It is where her Shadow lives, and where the darkthings from her realm find peace… but Delirium herself never sets foot within that place. Never.
People would laugh if they knew, they wouldn’t understand. She is Endless, as immortal as matters, as powerful as she wants to be. Older than Gods…
But she is afraid of the dark. Terrified, actually.
It reminds her too much of when she broke, and how alone she felt. In the darkness, she is alone, no matter who is with her. It closes in on her, like a claustrophobic’s nightmare. Her skin starts to itch and her hands start to shake. She wants to claw at herself until the light comes back.
So she keeps it light where she is, and avoids the darkplace. No one seems to think it is strange, that Delirium is always followed by brightness, it seems to be a Signature sort of thing. No one has ever questioned her about it. Only Delirium, and her Shadow, know the truth.
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