darkness can be warm and soothing covering, enshrouding the constricting feeling deep inside. this was not the darkness he knew. this darkness was different. it followed rules he did not understand. a dark where he was unable to see but was aware of rows upon rows of other eyes gazing, seizing, preying like freezing wind sweeping him into ice cold water unable to breathe unable to find the way back
still, there was snow falling softly settling in his hair. he looked up and snapped back. a warm feeling covered him, she was still there. like lanterns casting warm shadows along a smooth gravel path, flowing into oblivion. she was still there. the bond that lead to chaos saved him from the order of darkness