WWhat am I?
Living alone in this dense forest of walking corpses,
Lying in a coffin—a box where illuminated visions once shined.
Now all is rotten, just a moth lingering in a cobweb.

Feel me. I can see you. How have you been?
It’s been so long. Did you miss your father?
You once begged for one more breath,
And now you carry a heart that knows nothing but ache.

I created you from shadow,
Where light once flickered from a candle—
Now all that remains is silence.
May tomorrow come soon.

But before you answer my question,
I want to believe you see me through that mirror.
Am I truly the monster you created?
Or just a creature born from you while you were asleep?