A shadow has infinite forms, and yet it was not until ages and eons past my birth, when my daughter’s blood soaked my feet, that I first took the shape of a fool.
I am a thing of cold and dark. When this world first formed, a fragment of the blackness between stars broke away and walked upon its cooling surface. When the world first sprouted Life, the blackness swallowed a piece and became me. When Life learned to think and speak, I laughed at their attempts to give me a name.
I have had many names. I have only had one daughter.
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