Each time different shadow would form and try to break his inertia as he stared in the soil of the tree's roots which went in circles, round and round till it was the end of forever. While he sat in the corridor of madness painting his own paths with red eyes- what others carved about him. The shadows changed as the oaths did and so did the colout of his pupils. At the end of the stress he would paint out a shadow so horrondus the flow would switch and turn into insane rhyme scheme with flow switches and needing the skills which only expert would have. A shadow with a peice of...