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           Pluvious dampness filled the air with an emollient freshness. Tender petals of black roses caught crystallic cold tears and fluttered with the gentle gust of chilly breeze. Behind the large gloomy windows of his murky parlor lied no less grim, but mysteriously enchanting garden. Heavy mist embraced the gravestones, whilst the luminous pumpkin lanterns were looming here and there…

He stood near the window. Darkness caressed his pale features, just as the spider enlaced his thin neck with silky silver lace. Bleak light which illuminated the room barely reached the distant corners of that spacious living room. An echoing sound of falling raindrops banished the silence, but it tried to linger until demon’s resonant voice countinued to speak:

❝ Why, we can get a little crazy just for fun…,❞ his long bony finger just glided in the air cagily and an amorphous streak of blackness flourished around his hand. It smoothly flew through the room space, adorning the whole atmosphere with sophisticated swirls and figures. They all floated slowly, enshrouding Monet’s figure so carefully.
                         The Nightmare King placed his hands together reservedly, bringing them closely to the chest. Thin fingers entwined in a ponderment, while a weightless voile made of shadows fell on Monet’s shoulders.

❝ It always was such a significant part of me,❞ he murmured in a low voice, ❝A part that craved freedom and only received obligation,❞ he added gravely, ❝Often we don’t notice how similar we are to shadows. We only follow strange ways, at times, and only repeat the same mistakes. Sometimes we become shadows and then comes the night…❞
 
                                  S h a d o w s … 
                      They seemed to be the only things that reflected his feelings.
                              The only who sensed there still was something to hide. 

         Perfectly defined by the dim light that entered the window his silhouette stood tall. Motionless as the silence grew in the stillness of that room, only disturbed by the faint murmur of the rain that had just started falling from the cloudy sky. Mister Skellington seemed to be made to live in the shadows, fit to dwell in it with the moon as his only partner and confidant, unlike her. She was made to live in the light, in the high rugged mountains where the sun couldn’t melt the snow. Color fled the world there, making her freezing hell a world of whites and blacks and greys in which her lime green wild hair was the only colorful and warm spot.

Half-lidded eyes stared silently at the whole scene, internally thankful of being sheltered in Jack’s abode. As a snow woman she had countless reasons to dislike rain. Droplets drained on the thin crystal of the window as he resumed talking. His voice was soft, always pleasant to hear, calmed and full of thought and knowledge as one who has known many things that the years bring. He was one of a kind and even if others lived in Halloween Town, Monet assumed he had to feel rather lonely.

Pupils dilated mildly at that, following each swirl and form drawn in the air. It was oddly fascinating, just like Jack. Ethereal and enthralling. Monet studied briefly the voile on her shoulders. Could those shadows hurt? Would they disappear if exposed to the sunlight? She had so many questions, but for now she remained silent, listening to Jack.

— ❝ And then we disappear.❞ 

                      She muttered quietly. Monet could strangely relate to that. What was blackness in complete darkness? What was a snowflake in an endless white cloak? Even if singular and unrepeatable, it was nothing.

— ❝ Nightmares come when shadows grow, and sometimes those nightmares are just the voiced fears and forbidden dreams we wouldn’t dare to recognize when awake, not even to ourselves.❞ 

                     She uttered, extending her fingertips in an attempt to touch that voile. People didn’t want to admit their fears, thinking it would make them weak, but being afraid just made them human, just like mistakes. Ironic little world that defined humans by their flaws and idolized or considered arrogant whoever lacked of them.