Heavy droplets of water plunged from the sky, falling to their ultimate doom at one of two extremes. Some of them sizzled away into nothing but curling wisps of steam when they touched the searing surface of the beam of Light. While others fell deep into the cold embrace of the wall of shadows, engulfing themselves in its endless void as they were hungrily swallowed up by the shadows, as if it was a starved beast getting its first taste of water.
The wall of shadows itself cast a long and infinitely dark shadow, one that was growing slowly and expanding across the ground despite the blinding source of light directly above it, and the fact that the source of the shadows was not changing at all.
It was an impossible shadow, by all known laws of physics and logic. But since when did that matter?
