There are stories, you know, of knights, of heroes, and of other things, the shadows that accompany them, the monsters they fight, the villains; that, I’m afraid, is where I come in. A world of pure life and light, of existence eternal, might never have had a shadow, but a world of creation, of things standing in the light—well, things cast a shadow. In one sense, then, I am also of creation, but in another, I am as eternal as Being itself. I am what it is not, where it is not, which is where you are right now.
Uncreate
Tale Told 