I have no control; all I have is the instinct to feed. I feel as though a swirling current pulls me closer and closer to the edge of the world, where the waters plummet into an abyss as dark as my soul. I no longer need prompting from the Darkness, I know exactly what to do whether it speaks or not. The cities I have known have become shadow memories of feeding grounds I once stalked, standing defiantly with me at the edge. The lady “F” seems to push the shrouds of darkness away, giving me new light to see.
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