My cold, numb shadow stretched beyond the willow tree, far in the distance. Long and rigid like a Frankenstein, unknowing to the passersby, should there be any...this is not a monster. My strides elongate at this thought. Perception. How my shadow can conceil an entirely different entity. I move forward in the dark, the light casting my elongated shadow further than I ever thought possible, guiding me home. I must get there before it shrinks, before the moon fades. Before it is seen.