At the moment it all makes terrifying sense.. What the equation for fear really is.. On where it comes from and how it is felt.. Fear like hope also sends out strange waves that travel far and interstellar wide.. It transmits much like hope.. Where hope is the light and fear is the dark.. But I must simply state neither can exist without the other..

I suppose the shadows I am seeing are those of fear that could never find hope.. They are ***** shadows that bleed a purple mist.. Some of them seem to ***** such mist on those whom have the most hope.. They do not see me.. They are not like an ordinary shadow.. A true shadow is natural and is cast from the light of a being standing before it.. These simply exist on minus plain of obscurity.. Outside the human eyes, unfelt by the human senses.. They are chaos collectors.. They thrive on the fear and loss of hope.. They thrive on quitters and suicides.. And they want all of your doubt...