Blessing in the shadowsSilence, as absent as the beating of a withered heart. To his eardrums comes the deep reverberation of the domain of a cursed mind, lodging in them the echo of a cave cemented on the skeleton of a creature of great dimensions. The boy lying face up on the surface, floating on a vast dark crimson lake, seems to have been swallowed in one bite by the beast. His face remains completely pale: it's a white that represents purity without stain, or the death that corners his soul without having the luxury of touching it, still. His almond-shaped eyes refuse to open. He wants to believe that his guess is wrong, that it's all part of a nightmare, but the sudden echoing laughter of someone else forces him to swallow his saliva and face the gloomy landscape. What he sees first are the great vertebral bones of a colossal animal column hanging above him a few feet above the ground, the thick ribs stretching across the place like prison bars. Although this domain gives the illusion of warm