In a world of darkness and death, light spills down.

Souls that were once human have devolved into monsters to better adapt and survive in this land of the dead. 

Food is scarce, and nothing can be trusted. Not even the lights of fresh souls that have fallen. 

Now, with a fresh soul wandering it's old home, what will it take to keep it from being devoured by the monsters of the dark? 

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This story was made for a Penana Contest based on horror.