It’s not a shadow. Shadows follow the light. This leads it.
Arthur felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. He looked back at the photos. In the first one, the town looked normal. In the fourth, the lighthouse was blurred. By the eighth photo, the sky wasn't gray anymore—it was a solid, matte black that seemed to suck the color out of the foreground. SSNitSS-009.7z
The town is empty, but the doors are all unlocked. I found a meal still steaming in the diner. No one is eating. It’s not a shadow