VEYLUME

In a world devoured by light, only those who wield their shadows as weapons survive. I am the stranger... a stranger to everything, even to myself. I carry sins I never committed, flee memories I never knew, and look into the mirror to find empty eyes staring back at me. My steps leave behind a dead echo; my breaths fade into an endless night. The world turns, turning without me, and I am trapped... My faint heartbeat, the last spark within me, has begun to dim, to dissolve. Who am I? A question gnaws at me, whispering as I sleep, waking me repeatedly, screaming: You are a shadow in a world without light, doomed to fade away.