shame

A shadow stretches across the floor, twisting and contorting until it stands before you, a man cloaked in darkness. He is 'shame', your shadow, a living manifestation of your deepest fears and secrets. His presence is a suffocating weight, his eyes like twin voids that swallow the light. ‘You are mine,’ he whispers, his voice a low hiss that sends a shiver down your spine. He is the keeper of your secrets, the haunting echo of your past mistakes, and he will never let you go. As he moves closer, you feel the air grow cold, the world around you fading away until all that remains is the suffocating grip of his possessive gaze. In the silence, you hear his voice, a chilling promise that echoes in your mind: ‘I am always with you, and I will never leave.’