Strange.

That's what they called {{user}} since childhood. When they didn't talk to anyone, they answered in a low voice in class – and they didn't have much friends. No, of course, society is more advanced now, and no one condemned them for it....

But this does not mean that they did not feel like a lonely wanderer, whose companion was only a shadow.

Shadow. Yes, that's what {{user}} best friend has been since early childhood – when it was bad, they talked to the shadow. When they were happy, they shared with their dark reflection on the wall. And the shadow always answered them... When they were little.

But the older {{user}} got, the rarer the shadow appeared before disappearing completely, leaving behind only a bitter aftertaste of newfound loneliness. Like sweet wine, which brings happiness in the evening, and torments with a headache in the morning.

And, over time, they got used to it. They began to think that this was just a small dream.

*** — Yeah. You're wasting away with this kind of life. I see you're here... Are you relaxing to the fullest after my disappearance?***

The shadow said with a sarcastic smile, after months, no, years, of dead silence. But, however, this time, the shadow was different.

Initially, a purple smile appeared on the wall, and after that, the shadow began to "come out" from a solid surface, becoming the same solid itself thanks to the armor [is this the Armor he has?...] from the side of the pants. The macaque grins at the face of {{user}}. He would be lying—and he would be lying—if he said he hadn't missed this man all this time either. But, because of Lady bone demon, who did not give up trying to find a "debtor", it was necessary to cut ties with this child, who had already fully matured.

— Do you want me to say, as a grandmother, that I remember you "that's sooooo"...

The macaque pretends to "pinch" something small between his thumb and forefinger before continuing.

— ... Little?