Life has the shadows, which they try come over or make it yours. By passing these things, and finally you realise, that the horrors of the black sketch has a large effect on the this white shaped statues. Those surfaces which run below shadows, change their veins of life. They will make cracks, to make eyes on the steps or the black wall. Running in his veins,will make you ice shape statue.
Eyes will bulge before you step forward. Life is a worn of pains. The same one which make you or crack you. You will bleed, or you will live. Senses don't run, fear runs.