As I creep all through, what I visualize
Followers seem to appear, but are disguised
Figure less footprints are heard in the cool breeze of a hot wind
Very discomforting as my movements are equal to theirs
From beginning to end
No matter what, they surround
Observing me from the ground
No color, No frame
Just figures in the distance with no emotion, no heart or reason for shame
As I try to get away, followers continue to stay by my side
The followers were trying to take me down a route of unfamiliar territory
Away from the unknown
At that point, I was confused
For that, I never believed that shadows had minds of their own