Dark Echoes Echoing in my head, shadows of a former reality coming in dreams in shades of black. The past reveals itself vividly there, in the night. You know of what I speak. A distant whisper frequently speaks in a tone imprinted within. Power rises and challenges her, but she resigns. Something oppressive here, in this dark place of regret. Time becomes the enemy, the aggressor, the incubator. Words arrive frantically, "Hurry, time is not on your side." Time is used to organize our cycles but... Sign in to see full entry.