...She was born out of chaos. She was born in times of trouble. She was born of warriors and serpents. Born on the cusp of the New Moon, it was no surprise that she was born out of Shadows. But the Monsters recognized her because of this. And that was good. Well,...usually, anyway.
It was in the Shadows that she danced and it was in the Shadows that she whispered her favorite love songs into the Winds to be carried away to the Stars for her. And in the Shadow of the Moon, she was able to shy away from the direct Light of the Sun. She loved the Sun; the way it kissed her skin like pixies of warmth, like golden elixir of honey-spun droplets of stars ushered to her by the Spirit of Creation. But the Sun also caused her great pain and suffering because it was beyond this World; it was Divine and its brilliance surpassed any Earthly endurance. So it was hidden behind the Moon's Shadow that she was able to experience the Sun, the Light of God.
But who could understand her? Who could comprehend her tortured existence? How could anyone fathom the Blessing she inherited to be a 'Shadow Walker'; one who dances with Monsters? The one who is wrapped in cobwebs of silver, who wears black satin and drips in lace and Crystals, the one who adorns the Pearls around her neck and displays the rings of Truth upon her fingers, whose skirt billows in the Winds like sails on the Seas and exposes the tender Flesh cloaked in nettings underneath it, and whose ankles are graced with bracelets of beads and bells that tinkle and jingle and draw in the lost man's eyes... who can understand this souls essence? Who among you could embrace the Woman of Shadows, with her spells of confusion and tantrums of freedom?
And who could control such a Creature? Who could tame and urge a Divine "Creature of Balance" born out of Darkness to tip the scales toward the Light? Though she was not inherently evil, she was a Creature of Darkness and Chaos, so naturally she created unwanted Ripples. And when no one could stop these Ripples or convince the one who created them to cease making more, one of them gained her Trust and claimed Love for her, then cast her down, deep-deep down, down, down to the bottom of a Lost Well; the bottom of a Well encased in Darkness in a small, dark hidden room down a dark and hidden hallway beyond a hidden chamber of a million echoing Eternal Secrets guarded by a single Angel of Light who could never be defeated throughout all Eternity and Space.
So she laid there on the cold, mucky, slime-ridden floor of the Lost Well for Ages and Ages. Trapped by first the Darkness, then by the Light beyond the Darkness, but ultimately, she was trapped by her own broken Heart. In the Shadows of the Heart of a Shadow her Life-Force began to give out and she bled her Essence into the Nothingness that was all around her. And it was Peaceful. Even the Monsters began to wipe strands of Hair from her Forehead and whisper comforting hushes to her. And in her prison of Lonely Darkness the Incense of her Existence burned and smouldered away, until all that remained was a brief moment, not longer than an Exhale, until it would be wisped into Oblivion Forever. But in that Moment of Death, the Shadow Walker would be found by the One Who Bears The Light who drew her out. This Creature of Light summonsed her, and for the first Time, the Shadows and the Light made love and a New Dimension was born...