The shadows know what lies beneath the surface, holding their secrets close. Though her features are defined by absence, something more slides silently from her form. Pleasure has a price, as all passions do, and paying dues demands things not often seen. Darkened truths emerge from otherwhere, meant to startle or stir - yet at night's end, we all must face what demons dance behind closed doors. Such is the nature of revelation: sometimes the mask slips in ways we wish weren't real.