The Slinking Shadows

The Slinking Shadows

In the depths of an autumn night, a strange entity stirred. It didn’t walk, didn’t float it slithered, coiling in and out of existence. Like dark tendrils unfurling from the very fabric of the abyss, it spread outwards, filling the space with twisted shapes and sinewy strands that seemed to breathe with life of their own.

A soft glow illuminated the mass, though no light source could be seen. It flickered and pulsed, casting eerie shadows that danced on the unseen walls of the void. These "slierten" wisps of darkness curled and writhed like snakes, drawing nearer to the unwary.

The fractal pattern grew, each twist revealing something new a face, a figure, or perhaps just the echo of something long forgotten. But always moving, always watching, as if the shadows had a mind of their own, ready to pull you into their swirling depths.

You realize too late: there’s no escaping the creeping darkness tonight.

Word Count: 174
Hours Spent: 2
Software Used: Apophysis 3D Hack, PSP, my own filter in Nightcafe