Darkness is the greatest teacher. A tribe of the Quiet Land once had a rite of passage in which the aspirant was buried alive, deep beneath the earth, where no light could find him and no ear could hear his sobs and his screams. This was the final rite; after a span of days spent in such a coffin the aspirant was released, and numbered among the wise.
They did this because they knew;
Darkness is a knife that peels away the rind of what you think you know about yourself. The shades of your pretenses, the tones of your illusios, the layers of deception that glaze your life into the colors that tint your world--all mean nothing in the darkness. No one can see them, not even you.
Darkness hides everything except who you really are.
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Cronicles of one of the Fallen
An account from one of the few who flew with the grace of God,
Challenged the sun, and was burned from the Heavens
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a breeze that smelled of wide-open spaces, of limitless skies and bright sun, of ice and high mountains.
It was the wind from the dark angels wings.