You have begun to cast an extra shadow, regardless of the light.
It moves when I move, and doesn't if I don't. It isn't eerily cold, doesn't drain life or color... it seems fine.
It's just a little darker around me, is all. It's not so bad. There's still plenty of light.
A third shadow? That's fine, that's symmetry is what that is. A fourth shadow? Oh, that's just my backup if one of the others gets broken, haha. A fifth? Yawn, seen it before. An eighth? Well... it's maybe still fine. Call me when there's
A dozen
A score
A hundred
A thousand
I move through life in my own little pool of darkness. I even cast shadows on myself, somehow, my face only barely appearing out of the gloom when my computer screen lights up the too-dark desk.
Everybody's worried about me, they say. There's nothing to worry about, I say back. I'm fine. I just haven't left my room in a while. I still get out of bed every morning. It can't be too bad, right? It's fine. I'm fine.
And the shadows grow.