I am sitting in a field. There are flowers all around and it is very sunny. I look into the distance, but things far away are fuzzy and blurred so I look at the flowers instead. Everything seems slower than normal and it is a nice relief. The wind picks things up and puts them down. I watch it move my hair and I look at my hands.

I can sense a Shadow behind me, but whenever I turn, I only catch a glimpse before it moves.

It doesn't scare me, I find it reassuring. I know that it's a game we play. Everytime it outsmarts me (and it always does) I smile and look away. With the Shadow at my back, I stare more closely at the flowers. I feel like I can see a pattern in them. That makes me smile.

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