“Ever since I witnessed that flesh and those entrails in that ritual, I have been dreaming.
I see myself wandering through places and realms beyond anything I could have imagined, sometimes through my own eyes, sometimes as a distant observer.
Yet I am never alone. That shadow is always there, trailing behind me, watching me, as though it were a part of me.
Always there.
Watching.
Lurking.
Waiting.”
I see myself wandering through places and realms beyond anything I could have imagined, sometimes through my own eyes, sometimes as a distant observer.
Yet I am never alone. That shadow is always there, trailing behind me, watching me, as though it were a part of me.
Always there.
Watching.
Lurking.
Waiting.”
“Ever since I witnessed that flesh and those entrails in that ritual, I have been dreaming.
I see myself wandering through places and realms beyond anything I could have imagined, sometimes through my own eyes, sometimes as a distant observer.
Yet I am never alone. That shadow is always there, trailing behind me, watching me, as though it were a part of me.
Always there.
Watching.
Lurking.
Waiting.”
