Something is always waiting in the darkness of my imagination. Lurking, waiting for the right moment, the right time, when the darkness of the mind conjures up supernatural images that haunt your consciousness, living in the shadows between reality and the unknown realm of a world from a ancient past. Closing your eyes, hiding your face, and telling yourself that it isn't real gives you little comfort, for the reality of things that are unimaginable has you in its grip and won't let go.
