Walking around the paths, traversing the fields, it'll never get old...until the day you...die.

You could leave...but you finally feel safe, sometimes you feel trapped, pacing in circles, trying to find a way out, punching holes in the wall, but you never want to go back now. Trauma, it would tear you out from the inside if you leave. But...bringing yourself to leave now? It was a scary thought, you wanted to stay, walking around the bright, colored space, so calming, so relaxing, but rather eerie, and every time you turned around your shadow followed, whispering in your ear, telling you to stay. You had a ʄʀɨɛռɖ.

Sitting down in a small house, sucking on a lollipop as the light shines in through the window, you look at the shadow next to you, completely dark, so you couldn't see if they were looking at you or not, or if they even had eyes.