A fragment that exsist in this world, it has no purpose, but to live by the darkness. It feeds off the feelings of peoples souls to remain exsistant on earth. For it is a souless vessal, that of which no good nor evil can touch.
Some people have seeble touchible scars, but others have scars only they feel. A such as a memory or a lost power are their only to the people who were there, they know, but sometimes they wish that they didn't. Because what it was gave them the invisible scar.
Some say they lurk, others say they creep, but I say they exsist. A shadow is there, but nobody can see it. It draps around you growing darker as you get brighter. A shadow must be the calm of the dark that haunts the light.
Visions, the ever growing proof that our minds know some forgotten memory. Visions perhaps of our past lifes, it ever warns us of things that might or will happen. That knowledge is locked within us all, and only the right triggers can unleash them from their slumber.
To look in the mind for answers is only nature, but what we might pull out can be quite disturbing. Few can reach the pain of insanity until you grasp its power, and make your own. For those who take its power can not be harmed, they alone wield the knowledge of all minds. Beware for a stare is all it takes to make you feel the pain, unless you are one whom can grasp the power.
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