The Prologue
A knock rattles the door. Its force slamming into the thick wood, a tale of desperation hidden within. Another strikes seconds after. Then another. A repetition with no true rhythm sounding into the cloudless night. A peaceful silence broken.
Stories can be hidden in those simple taps. Secrets revealed. They can be a saviour to some yet a destroyer to most.
A puzzle piece without the puzzle. You have to work to find the other pieces or you will never complete the whole picture; a masterpiece.
How is it that something so humane could tell us so many things?
Expressions among many are easy to hide but not when on their own. When alone, the dam breaks, releasing a flood of your darkest mysteries out into the open, leaving you exposed. Those piercing eyes that stare at you from all sides, sinister and calculating; judging and emotionless at the same time. That's all that's held inside. A hardened shell blanketing a hollow cavern. Much like a shell which has lost its hermit.
That's what they are. Empty. Vacant. Their souls lost.
A sigh heard, a knock frozen and a gasp silenced. That is how it all started.
