She felt tired, a tired so deep within her bones that she couldn't think she could possibly keep herself upright anymore. Looking down she saw her hands, the tips of her fingers were black as if she had dipped them in paint.
"Why are you letting it eat you up?" "It's not so bad. Shadows have become my friends; they do what I tell them and we get along. Payment? They get a bit more of me every day." (The Cycle of Time, credit - woahhh deep