A congress of shadows manifested upon the two opposing surfaces of a cliff, various sorts of shapes and sizes counted amongst them, the dark silhouettes casted seemed far from being as defined and deep as they should be, even as a bright sun casted heavy light from far above, their obscure shades remained somewhat hazy, seeming to be slowly fading away of their own volition.
The largest of them, flanked by a lanky shape on one side, by a tiny shape on the other- Seemed to stir, all others paying attention, close attention.
"Can you sense it as well?" asked Tilmiel, her words of death tongue ushered so low that they were barely more audible than the steps of an ant on cushion, but the whole flock understood clearly.
