It is odd but darkness is not dark enough to hide shadows of what is about to happen. It may be trivial a cyclist falling, a bit of nosebleed and concerned onlookers, or a ship sinking, desperate men swimming in the water and being eaten by bold sharks, but of course the shadows are ready to silently absorb screams sight and smells and record everything in the logbook not knowing what pity is, and it will not read by anyone's mind, but other shadows prepared to endlessly mimic human life form as they pass through temporarity and stored for future references, washed and rinsed of thought as they must never doubt their robotic limitation they are mere life forms who accept the certainty of death, not knowing how to make eternity bend to wish and produce the galaxy of peace.
