Her shadow spoke to her often. It wrapped her with comfort, almost as if someone else was there to keep her company. There was an immense depth to it, colors within the gray; feelings, thoughts, and actions. It could travel within cracks and touch that which she couldn't. With it, she was more aware of her surroundings. She would stop and stare at it sometimes, reassured ofherself. The more light there was, the darker it became. Now it was extremely black with a sheen of green. With her shadow she had a purpose. Without it she was lonely. She wasn't part of the world. But of the times she did have her shadow, she was never more sure of her solidarity and her place on the surface of the world. Her shadow was a signal, and let her know she still had a purpose in the world, because she was still alive. Without it, she wasn't always so sure. But because the sun still shined, still touched her and left a stamp of her shape on the ground, she knew she wouldn't be gone so soon. When the day came that the sun meandered through her and the shadow was gone, she would have to rethink her purpose, knowing she had done what she was supposed to. but for now she had her shadow, and she still had her purpose.