The shadow's senses extended over a vast area… but all of that area was his kingdom. By extending himself across its lightless reach, he had turned himself all but blind to everything that happened beyond its borders.
Still, he felt compelled to watch over the small doll until she disappeared from his sight completely.
So, sitting on the steps of the temple, the shadow remained motionless as a flawless copy of him rose from the darkness.
The second incarnation, too, took the form of a human. It looked down at its human hands and slowly made them into fists.
"It feels strange, to become a human once more."
It was strange, but not alien. After all, the shadow remembered living countless human lives.
The incarnation tilted its head a little.
"Don't you think?"
The shadow smiled faintly and remained silent. He felt no desire to converse with himself.
