The Parallels

Darkness.

My skin shimmers, radiating darkness outward until it reaches her.

Light.

An impenetrable stream. Her golden eyes dim, reflecting my shade. She reaches, and her hands fall to embers at my feet. It’s been this way for five hundred years. She’s always reaching.

My darkness flickers out.

Light. It blinds me.

The stranger is gone and in her place a whisper.

“Nidite.” The voice is a slow-burning fire. The light blankets me. “Soon.” She purrs.