Of Men, and Shadows

Pen to page in a flurry of swirling magic, the words flow like a stream as all folds out before you like a dream scape. First a drop falling upon nothing that begins a grand cascade as the world itself expands beneath it. Grand oceans expand over the endless expanse, crashing against great landmasses rich with life and beauty. An eruption of flora, filled with fauna that dart and dash about with glee. The pen stops and as the one holding it opens eyes alight with creative vision all is not as it seems....All is not well. All about the creator shadows fall and fly crashing and creating things of their own and even as they creep closer the brilliant white light of creation begins to flicker and become red. All around the creator the world changes becoming dark and damaged as the creatures of shadow writhe and close the gap. Then a claw grasps onto the creator as they pull themselves from the shadows showing themselves for only a moment. As quickly as they came they were gone in a flurry of shadow, all that remains is a chair white and strong and a bottle next to a page that now lies blank once more.....The shadows abated...for the moment