Hanged Man: Medium Potential

The hanged man didn’t bother her, it was the shadows that danced below his swinging feet that did. She’d watched them all afternoon, first to keep from looking at the hanged man’s face—though it wouldn’t have bothered her, she told herself, she just didn’t feel like it—and then from a fascination of her own. The shadows danced against the angle of the light, in ways that did not follow nature. They were—separate. Their own thing, definitely not cast by the hanged man. He did cast his own shadow, which she could just barely see if she squinted at the right angle. It was the only shadow that didn’t go against nature, but it was mobbed by the small horde of unnatural beasts. She wondered if, when her turn came, they would--


Inspiration: ?
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: And yes, she's hanging in a cage.