Yes, yes, light, he stays away from the light, as much as he may try to hide it. Remains in the shadows, always leering, jeering, steering. Unflinching, unrelenting, unmoving, unliving. Or maybe reliving. Impossible to say, hides the truth from the light. Uses the mist as a veil, the night, the shadows, darting just outside of reality, outside of sanity.
Never stop watching him, even to blink, always watch, always think, always move, always cruise. Always. Never stop, never. Madness, insanity, truth. Three sides of the same coin.
You have seen him, the chase has begun, you are a target, he wishes to remain unseen, unheard, unknown, but you have broken that peace. Can't stop us, eyes always open, never closing, staring at him, forcing him into darkness. The second you move your eyes, blink, gone, poof, bye.
But is it he that is running... or we from him? Constantly in motion, always looking, always watching, always living. Hiding in plain sight, in the only protection we have.
Light. Vision. Never stop, never.
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