So, Lime Green and I are working on a book together, and I didn't want to work on it without her, but I'm REALLY excited about the world we've built ... so I wrote this random piece sort of introducing it. It's actually NOT how I intended to introduce it, and I might try another one later, but this one's kind of cool ... do bear in mind that I wrote it in ten minutes. Oh! and this is Wednesday's post, even if it shows up as Thursday. I haven't gone to bed yet, so it's still Wednesday.
Tomorrow I am writing all day without talking to anyone ... theoretically. We'll see how that goes.
Anyway, here it is:

We are survivors.
We hide in the darkness. With no other choice, we cower ~ everything about us a secret.
Our world is one of danger. An almost-impenetrable forest surrounds us. The sky is dark, with no differentiation between night and day. Thunder roars and shakes the earth, and a poison rain falls.
Even worse than these natural dangers are the dangers presented by the creatures that live here. Cruel beings ~ from ill-tempered sprites to sharp-toothed ganglegraws. The latter will dismember you as soon as sighting you ~ a kindness compared with the actions of the prior.
It is in this world that we built our lives. Unable to survive in the cruel wilderness, we built a prison. We boxed ourselves in, allowing ourselves no light and no fresh air. In the silence, we lock ourselves away, because we must.
There is beauty in our world. Our hallways are glass, shimmering in the reflection of a thousand blue candles and green lamps. Glass so opaque we cannot see the horrors beyond. The people walk in shadow, ethereal with their pale skin lit by icy torches.
Our people.... We know that we are harsh, as cold as the sunless corridors we walk. We have become so out of necessity ~ for even now we are not safe. Powers we cannot understand surround us. There are many of us who have vanished, never to be seen. Screams echo in the night.
Fear whispers in the hearts of us all. We know it is only a matter of time before the nightmares that surround us break into our dream. We know what we hold is delicate, and may shatter.
So we trust no one. We defend ourselves. And we live.
We are survivors.