The streets were littered with the glow of neon, this was a city that never stopped moving and because of the dome protecting it, it never saw day nor night, just bright neon colors flashing away. I had walked this street many times before, it was my commute to the office, but on this particular day, something strange happened; for half a block, all of the neon signs were out. It created an eerie dark spot in an otherwise always on, always illuminated world. As I got closer, I could see that a crowd was gathered at the edge of the darkness. Some people turned around and went around the block to continue their journey, while others just stood there with various looks of confusion on their face. No one was crossing the line, no one was stepping into the shadows, into the darkness.

Soon, I saw a man on the other side facing towards us as he started to shuffle his way to the front of the crowd. Once he was at the front, without hesitation, he stepped into the darkness. Within two steps, he was completely out of sight. Suddenly, an aggravated yelp rang out from the black void in front of us and everyone began to panic and run away. Had the darkness swallowed the man? Was there something in there lurking? What manner of entity could it be?

I stood motionless as the crowds quickly dispersed on both sides, until it was myself alone with the darkness and the aggrieved cries of the man who entered the shadows. My mind began to race with thoughts of what could possibly be in that darkness when suddenly the man appeared in front of me, walking from the darkness while shaking his leg in an erratic manner.

“Shit!” He yelped. I gave him a quizzical look. “I stepped into dog shit!” He informed me.