I walk where the light does not reach,
where echoes fade before they are heard.
Time moves, yet I remain,
a shape without weight,
a voice without sound.
The world turns its face to the sun,
while I linger in the space
between presence and absence.
If I were to step forward,
would I cast a shadow,
or become one?
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