IRC-Galleria

I took a few steps on the shore; a shore that seperated more than just earth and water. For the beach was of fine sands, well lit by the lights of a parallel promenade, while the sea was not only dark in the starless night, but also masked by a fog that let no light through. Small waves came from beyond the black veil, signs that something did indeed exist within the mist that my eyes failed to penetrate.

The white buildings that lined the shore seemed so unnatural compared to the absolute blackness of the sea that was alive with the slight autumn breeze. These two worlds were mere meters apart, yet they were stunningly different. My eyes were at ease when I stared across the vast gulf of emptyness, but when I turned, I was forced to squint to see through the bright lights. It was with a peaceful mind that I ventured off the beach, back to the world of light. For I knew that a day would come when I would not have to turn back, a day when I could venture through the black abyss and see all the things that my eyes were now blind to.