In the Realm of Shadows, there is Smoke. It is caused by Fire, Flames, many of them, the Flames from which Light and Shadows stem. Where Shadows are born, there, the Watcher watches the Light and watches the Shadows, observing the play of Light and Shadows. Where Shadows emerge, now, a Smoke is strong and is vast and grows in might, beginning to block the Watcher's sight. In the Realm of Shadows, now, a Scream: Where are you, Hidden Fire ? My urge to find you is getting dire ! Where Shadows are born, there, the Watcher: How else the Shadows could acquire such strength, if not for you, Hidden Fire ? Where Shadows emerge, now, the Scream: These are no Shadows ! It does transpire. It's but your Smoke, you bastard Fire ! In the Realm of Shadows, there are Flames. They rise and shine and die, instantly, bringing Light and Shadows, constantly. Where Shadows bring Light, there is always Smoke, mostly weak, of little or no concern. But it will be, as long as Fire will burn. Where Shadows stir Wind, the Watcher decides which Shadows to block and which to allow, controlling the story of why, what, how. In the Realm of Shadows, the Scream is loud: The Realm collapses ! Where are you Fire ? To find what's hidden, what would require ? Where Shadows bring Light, now, it is Darkness. You bastard Fire, it's all but your fault ! Don't you see Light coming to a halt ? Where Shadows stir Wind, a desperate Scream: Am I forced to destroy all motion and sink the Realm into deep Ocean ? In the Realm of Shadows, a Hidden Fire is hidden from Watcher, at first, until the Smoke is born and dispersed. Where Shadows are born, the Realm is fragile. It is based on Shadows, Light and Flames and strongly on what the Watcher proclaims. Where Shadows emerge, the Scream is drama. For Watcher, the Realm is but everything, a kingdom of which the witness is king. In the Realm of Shadows, the Light still flows. I will never stop searching for you ! Your own existence is my main clue. Where Shadows are born, there, the Wind blows. And I will find you, you bastard Fire ! I know the hidden is but a liar ! Where Shadows emerge, a final Scream: A Hidden Fire, a Fire like all others ! This Realm I watch is full of wonders ! In the Realm of Shadows, there is always Wind whenever is Smoke, together turning into new Shadows and more Flames burning. Where Shadows bring Light, Light brings Shadows, an endless process, hidden from view, the cause to which confusion is due. Where Shadows stir Wind, Shadows are endless. They build the Realm as they unfold, building themselves, as new from old. In the Realm of Shadows, they are all heroes: Shadows true knowledge Smoke false knowledge mistaken as true Light learning and creation of knowledge Fire human thinking Flames human thoughts Hidden Fire false thinking Watcher inner perception and narrative Scream inner monologue Wind insight into the false Darkness mental confusion Ocean blank mind and tranquility Realm of Shadows human mind acting as mirrors, outside the Realm of Shadows.
(6 July 2018)