Outline. You know it's there. It drifts in and out of view. You know it's there but will it come back. Moments pass and you wonder. It comes back from the dark but not fully it can't break free from it's dark chains. The rain falls breaking through the silents. The outline of black in gray stuck between what is and is not. The darkness fall and the outline darkens and bleeds to nothing as the rain falls where something the never was is.