There are shadows among you. You cannot see us; we are hidden to your mortal eyes. We walk among your kind, blending into your societies, your lives, and your secrets. You cannot hide anything from us, and you will never know us. We are here, forever, just as we always have been and always will be. We are the twisters of fate, the puppeteers that guide you. We are your desires, your dreams, your hopes, and your fears. There are shadows among you.
For each one of you, there is one of us—a dark shadow to the light of your humanity. You have seen us, you talk with us, laugh with us, and you cry with us, never knowing the truth behind our eyes. We walk among you; we stalk you. To us, you are no more than pawns, pieces to be used in an everlasting game of fates. We exist in this world of yours because you need us, desire us; we are that dark mystery that you cannot understand. We are that darkness that calls to you in the night. We are the apprehension you feel when you are alone in a dark and forgotten alley. We are exquisite pain, and we are immortal beauty. We are power, and still, you do not know us.
We are not the same as you; there are differences. You can see them if you look closely, but to do so is to look destiny in the face, to confront the greatest of unknowns. We are the weavers of the web of truth, its sinuous strands encompassing you. Look into my eyes, and you shall see the truth that imprisons you; you will see all laid out before you. Look into my eyes and see what pain waits for you. We are the future that awaits, and the past that haunts you, and still, you do not know us.
Seen sometimes as a shadow passing on the edge of your vision, we are always there. We haunt you, our pawns, always watching, changing the paths from under you. Watch the shadows, and you may see us, a hint of movement, a shadow deeper than the rest. Even in your normal life, we are there, watching, manipulating. We are everywhere. Sometimes you feel us watching, sometimes you do not, but we are always there. In that car late at night that you thought was following you, in the footsteps you hear behind you. Around a corner in a darkened room, the stranger that looks so familiar to you. Always we are there, and still, you do not know us.
You will never know us. We are the twisters of fate.
There are shadows among you...
