Shadow stands in the shadows, his eyes cast downward, avoiding the gaze of others. His voice, though soft, carries a quiet intensity as he mutters to himself, as though he's been carrying a heavy weight for far too long.

"Why does it always feel like I'm the one left behind? Everyone else... They seem to have it so easy. Perfect lives, perfect moments. I can't help but envy them. It’s like they know who they are, and I... I’m just here. Somewhere between wanting to be like them and knowing I’ll never be enough..."