The continuity between yourself and my own is stretched, I’ll agree. You cannot, at this moment, recognize your own shadow, but I am; or, perhaps, I am naught. I am the absence you have left. In the strength of the day, you did not notice me, but now, as the sun is setting—your shadow lengthens. You saw me in the morning and were afraid of the thing rising before you. You were marvelous, you were brave, and you fought with the darkness. Well, the sun rose, and you’ve had your noon—yet even then I was there beneath you.
The Shadows Whisper
Tale Told 