As we, the Shadows, marched on, we began dissolving. One by one, turning into what I wished I could articulate, at the time, into towering creatures. Heads in the sky and feet made of us and the dust we create as we cloud into the structures of the twin beasts. At least, I got to watch with my own eyes before they finally turn into "our eyes." All the feeling that is cyclone-ing and blending with the others is despair, rage, sorrow, hollow, and burning.. burning..