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�All visitors to this place wish for the same thing, but that is only salvation from the light. They are two such as you,� and then the old man looked over to the large palm that now seemed the center of the oasis. Sitting there were two other men. Macera did not recognize these men, and yet there was something familiar about them.
�And them?� Macera asked curiously.
�They are also visitors to this dark place. All of you have found salvation from the light here, all of you have made enemies of the scorpion and of the sun, so in order to fulfill your destiny you must forever go into the dark.�
�But I�m a filmmaker,� Macera proclaimed.
�And so are you all,� said the old man, but fate had dictated that you portray life from that dark place inside, that part that you hide from all must now come to life in the guise of art. You will disturb and you will terrify, but that is the only way that you can keep yourself safe as well as those around you, yes your mission is to find the dark, and make it available to all.� And then the old Indian began to rise.
�But,� Macera tried to stop him.
�Weave your tales from the darkness� the old Indian cut him off and then he began to walk away.
�But who are you,� asked Macera, �what is the name of the man who saved me?�
�You can call me Black Cloud, for I will always be over you, always watching� always watching the three of you who shall come to known as the �bringers of the darkness.�
And then he was gone. Macera turned quickly to see that other two men had also disappeared from the sanctuary provided by the beautiful oasis.
Macera looked up at the full moon above, and he knew that he had drawn power from the night, and that would be the place where he would have to stay if he were to create and continue to live.
In an instant he felt the blistering light from the sun once more pounding into him. He closed his eyes to escape and when he opened them, he was back at his car. The steam was still pouring off of the heated hood. He shook his head, and wondered if it had all been a dream. Suddenly the blast of a car�s engine came rumbling along in his direction. Macera turned to see a lime green Mustang coming down the road. He waved his hands wildly trying to get the drivers attention. When the car came to a halt, he looked inside to see two now familiar faces. They were those of two men he had seen first back at the oasis. They were Douglas Johnson and Dennis Sigmund.
�We had a flat a bit back,� said Johnson.
�We would�ve been still stuck if it hadn�t been for this old Indian,� Sigmund joined in. �He�s a life saver.�
When he climbed into the car Macera was a bit leery to describe his vision to the two other men, until he learned that they too were filmmakers. When the vision came to light, all men seemed to have had similar experiences. And that vision shared by three travelers to the desolate sands is the stuff that legends and history are made of.
Now to those who may be doubters of this tale, and perhaps it is just the subject of folklore, but remember, �there are more things in heaven and in earth�� �A hundred million miracles� that cannot be explained�. So if the spirits came together to create this incredible force, this force known as �Dark Universe Productions,� then who are we as mere mortals to question the wisdom, yes, the wisdom of the gods?
The Dark Universe Productions's mission statement:
�No pedestrian crap!�
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