Do not turn away when my shadows, stretched between you and I, appears to meld themselves to the disappearing shape of what was once the design of our desires.
Let them remain there, on the edges of your remembrance. Let them feel and discover the outlines that once defined their shape. For now, let them rest and remain.
It was there where they fell.
Do not despair that they still breathe, they, who in the day they were born consented to one day finally die.
After you, they are all that is left.
Soon there will be only me.
And soon, much sooner than we know, it will be as it has always been.
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