When I was lost in the light, I made my own dark, and it walked with me — my ageless shadow, my loyal replica.
And a replica of the world, held so close in this mirror. Give me a minute of solitude, and I will step into it, and my shadow and I will switch places.
I will become a stranger among you, a stranger even to myself, and who will know?
Only the shadow, only the mirror, only the locked door of my open eye.
”I can see all possible futures, in every imaginable reality, and none of them interest me very much.”
We fight different demons
We carry the light differently
Different tools in our belts
Actually, inside me there is just one wolf.
You have two? That must be very uncomfortable.
Oops, it seems to be coming out.
I have something you will never find in your encrypted archive, in your registry, in your solid state cold storage.
The key is a flower // The flower is a blade // The blade is a key