Just
as Shadow pursued Reflection, Reflection sought shade. What they
shared was a skin, a membrane that divided their respective natures
in two. With Shadow this skin was the object which lent it form from
the other side of Light. Reflection's divisive skin was a clear pool
of water, the smooth surface of glass or polished metal upon which
its likeness was returned as an Image.
Both
sought what was denied them. Shadow yearned for the light of the sun
as Reflection dreamed to emerge from the frigid waters and walk the
land. While Reflection was a bound prisoner to the surface that held
its countenance, Shadow's very being depended upon the whim of the
skies and the rhythm of days and nights.
It
was in a ruin deep in the desert where they held their first
conference. The space held enough light and shade, and was remote
enough that their voices could be heard from near and far, and what
men call ghosts, but are not but the will and desire of Shadow and
Reflection spoke of the need for wholeness, of being united with
their substance, of being free to walk the lands, to move, to touch
and to see.
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