Shadows

The light breaking through a fog outlines its path, a blur line, yet silently striking. Blurring upon the fringe, like the grey of one's mind.

Yet perhaps behind the shadows, in the darkness, there lurks the much-sought glimmer of hope and joy, as is the presence of light in the artificial darkness our mind weaves.


[Addenda: Interesting new proxy options that I now know of. Putfile doesn't seem to have anything of note. Also, Sonic Riders.]