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Nov. 2nd, 2013 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prettylittlebunnyEverything you need to know about the Shadows ~ As explained by Petit Lapan LeBeau
What always surprises me most about the backstage is the temperature. To paraphrase Douglas Adams, it's exactly like cold isn't. But it's not warm either. It's just.... nothing, just like the rest of it, like it's a shadow of what real temperature should be. it gives most people the heebies, but I don't mind it so much anymore, I've gotten used to it.
Everything else is a shadow of the outside as well, like watching the world through a black and white filter, covered with dust. Of course, there's also the fact that things take up less space in the backstage than they do on the outside, I've walked from New Orleans to Russia before, and back again before anyone knew I was missing, anywhere I need to go pretty much I just walk.
Then there's the Shadows themselves. How to describe the shadows to someone who can't see them, because, really, they're all around us all the time. They feed off everything we generate, electrical and emotional impulses, heat, energy, everything. They've always been there as far as I can tell, and you know those stories about people suddenly snapping and doing something completely unlike them? Shooting all their coworkers and then committing suicide? That sort of thing? Yeah, that's because something happened to cut them off from the Shadows and the buildup of all those impulses and things was enough to crack their mind.
Now, I'm not saying that that's an excuse, not at all, and not everyone who goes and holds up a bank or burns down an orphanage has been cut off from the Shadows, some people are just like that, and there's warnings that people should see. Getting off track: the Shadows themselves.
Imagine a praying mantis. Now imagine it as if H. R. Geiger drew it. Now do the same for a horse, and an ostrich and a frog and almost any animal you can think of. Honestly I think Geiger was one of the people who can see the shadows, his work's too similar to just be coincidence.
I can't say whether they're more advanced than we are, but they're certainly more intelligent, or at least it seems that way, but it might just be a case of ants and aphids, they keep us around because they can milk us for treats. I'm not sure if we're they're only food source, but I can't imagine we are, there's too many of them for us to be sufficient.
The Mantis ones are called the Herd, or, well, they would be if they spoke English. Their language is mostly emotional tags, images, which is a little hard to get the hang of at first, and I can understand it far better than I can speak it. The Herd views humans as sort of like, favorite pets. They worry about our well-being, and the fact that we do each other in for no easily discernible reason.
They intervene apparently at random, but they're, well, humanitarians. More often than not when you hear about an anonymous donation of badly needed supplies to some little poverty-stricken country that no one's ever heard of, that's the Shadows, moving the supplies from where they're being stored and not doing anyone any good, to where they're needed.
Me? I don't know if I've always been able to see them, since I was never able to get to the backstage until I found out I was a Mutant. Sometimes I think so, since I've known them for so long, but I'm not sure of it.
What always surprises me most about the backstage is the temperature. To paraphrase Douglas Adams, it's exactly like cold isn't. But it's not warm either. It's just.... nothing, just like the rest of it, like it's a shadow of what real temperature should be. it gives most people the heebies, but I don't mind it so much anymore, I've gotten used to it.
Everything else is a shadow of the outside as well, like watching the world through a black and white filter, covered with dust. Of course, there's also the fact that things take up less space in the backstage than they do on the outside, I've walked from New Orleans to Russia before, and back again before anyone knew I was missing, anywhere I need to go pretty much I just walk.
Then there's the Shadows themselves. How to describe the shadows to someone who can't see them, because, really, they're all around us all the time. They feed off everything we generate, electrical and emotional impulses, heat, energy, everything. They've always been there as far as I can tell, and you know those stories about people suddenly snapping and doing something completely unlike them? Shooting all their coworkers and then committing suicide? That sort of thing? Yeah, that's because something happened to cut them off from the Shadows and the buildup of all those impulses and things was enough to crack their mind.
Now, I'm not saying that that's an excuse, not at all, and not everyone who goes and holds up a bank or burns down an orphanage has been cut off from the Shadows, some people are just like that, and there's warnings that people should see. Getting off track: the Shadows themselves.
Imagine a praying mantis. Now imagine it as if H. R. Geiger drew it. Now do the same for a horse, and an ostrich and a frog and almost any animal you can think of. Honestly I think Geiger was one of the people who can see the shadows, his work's too similar to just be coincidence.
I can't say whether they're more advanced than we are, but they're certainly more intelligent, or at least it seems that way, but it might just be a case of ants and aphids, they keep us around because they can milk us for treats. I'm not sure if we're they're only food source, but I can't imagine we are, there's too many of them for us to be sufficient.
The Mantis ones are called the Herd, or, well, they would be if they spoke English. Their language is mostly emotional tags, images, which is a little hard to get the hang of at first, and I can understand it far better than I can speak it. The Herd views humans as sort of like, favorite pets. They worry about our well-being, and the fact that we do each other in for no easily discernible reason.
They intervene apparently at random, but they're, well, humanitarians. More often than not when you hear about an anonymous donation of badly needed supplies to some little poverty-stricken country that no one's ever heard of, that's the Shadows, moving the supplies from where they're being stored and not doing anyone any good, to where they're needed.
Me? I don't know if I've always been able to see them, since I was never able to get to the backstage until I found out I was a Mutant. Sometimes I think so, since I've known them for so long, but I'm not sure of it.
