The past lies in Earth’s shadow; each day waned to memories of light and brightness, promises and dreams fulfilled or waiting still. Sinister moments may hide there in the left hand of darkness. The soul-eater has, perhaps, devoured all that was good and true, the luminary beacon now disappeared, but although days gone may only be recalled and not re-born, this phase is precursor.
Out of this passing darkness comes tomorrow. Shape-shifting, light peeks from behind; what will come is a reflection of what has been. The hunt is on now. Remember the spells of yesterday. Look back and find both answers and new questions. The light is coming, and hope waxes, growing brighter with each cycle.