“There might have been a moment when the world was not split straight down the middle. A moment before the when. Where the veil fluttered momentarily and those on either side had a glimpse of what lay beyond their field of vision. From one they saw a dark people, wrapped in an inability to forget, to loosen, the past.
From the other they saw a pale, muted world, covered in a fog where shapes and shadows move about like ghosts. Scales on their eyes and cloth forced into their ears, bits in their mouths, hands shackled behind backs, and souls chained to boulders, dragging them, dragging us, dragging me, down into the murky depths where the world rematerializes around us, both hazy and over-bright; stark darkness.”