Immortal Shadow
By J. L. Young Even when I sleep, I can feel it there. It’s gaze upon me, a cold and insidious stare. Inseparable from my person, it haunts my steps. It’s there when I’m the paragon, the villain, or whatever creed that makes me. It watches, registering my every deed. If the gaping sinkhole were to swallow me, the shade of the Earth forever to obscure it, then what? Nevertheless, it shall remain. If I experience excruciating or mitigated pain, whether it be of the body or the mind, it will be there. Whether fear or happiness abounds, it will be around. It shall watch with nary a sound. If my shadow were to depart and the Sun were to shine through, what then? Shall I then be immortal separate from this vessel? Shall I feel a great weight lifted? I fear I may never know.
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