Board Thread:Updates and Annoucements/@comment-24509764-20190917012326/@comment-1674153-20190930225221

An adventurous soul could concieveably measure the amount of dark and spooky nights since the beginning of time, if they put their mind into it. The process is somewhat lengthy and nowhere near as survivable as consuming an apple on a crisp autumn day, but sufficed to say that there is a weight to such nights. Without all that light of day, the sheer possibility of darkness, and what could be shuffling through its shadows, is so forceful that the witching hour will carve itself into the earth.

Caves, plunged in perpetual darkness, will skew results - no matter how they echo they will never be empty. Man-made structures, abandoned or preserved for the novelty, are only as effective as they are touched by tragedy. Nights spent on the open ocean, and along the beach, are mere reflections of an endless night just below.

Most curiousity shop owners, antique dealers, and rug merchants agree that the best place to measure the amount of dark and spooky nights the world has had is in the middle of the desert, where the cold proof of time blows and shifts like sails, catching the wind. The stars above slowly wink in and out of existence without any comprehendable explanation. The day's wasteland becomes the night's home for so many creatures below the sand.

And were you that curious soul sitting alone in this teeming desert looking for answers, it is these creatures that will gleefully take your questions.

They will sidle up to your side, and beckon you even closer.

They will slither up your arm, and kiss your eyes closed.

They will hiss into your ear, and pour out dusty secrets.

And in time you will realize that these dark creatures, known only by their eyes, their teeth, and their tongues, boiling up from the sand, have in fact only known a world of night. Day has never come for them. For them, darkness and spookiness are the clock, not the increments.

And too late in that now crowded desert, you will realize that we, foolishly following a bright shiny in the sky, are no different.

An adventurous soul could concieveably measure the amount of dark and spooky nights since the beginning of time, if they put their mind into it. After all, it takes great courage to face complete darkness, but great wisdom to become part of it.