Shadow People
The Watchers in the Peripheral Dark
You feel me before you see me.
No names, no faces, just presence. We don’t speak, but you hear us in the silence. We don’t move, but you feel the air shift. We’re not your imagination—we’re what your imagination warns you about. You can’t catch us staring. You can only catch yourself looking away.
What I'm Into: the space behind mirrors, the pause between footsteps, unseen company, the edge of dreams, your unease
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