What shadows are made when we stand too close or too tall?

Do we block others in our desperation to be seen?

Only He who walks through the shadows of night knows.

He is neither tall, nor close.

He is never seen, but never desperate.

He has sunken eyes from seeing too much.

He walks through tears that are both happy and sad,

And yet He holds hope close.

Because only He who walks through the shadow...

It’s not possible… nothing about this should be possible.

Angela stared at what seemed to be her childhood handheld mirror lying on the ground, with its floral design around the edges and its pink handle, the paint slightly chipped at the end from years of use. But it’s not the mirror itself that was impossible.

It was the fact that she was light years away from home, on the surface of a complet...