Let the Shadows Fall

At low light, just before complete darkness, colors fade and leave us with only tones: the bare necessity of seeing.

My search for something truer has passed through the first layer, leaving color behind. Now it goes deeper, where it's weird and dark, warm and pressured, like under the earth's skin.

Let the shadows fall. Like leaves of a black rose — what were they covering?

Let the shadows fall. Can I be comfortable in the unrecognizable?

Let the shadows fall. Let it break, spatter, splash and stain. Surrender to the suggestive, seductive blackness.
How does shadow feel?