I stand there in the solemn silence.
The thick, damp fog has become my air.
I feel my being, my very sense of existence, peeling away from me.
I am fading, and she is there - watching.
In my conception, she has no face.
All I know is her back, which has become a permanent fixture in my vision.
She is my shadow, yet I am her chains.
I limit her to this plane of existence.
I prevent her fro...