This way I move from day to day without ever realizing how nightly creatures have changed me. They wonder how I manage so easily to avoid them. There's no art in that, thats the way I have always done. Only few of them, would dare to notice. Few would try to change me on purpose, but they would fail. You can't change something that doesn't want to be changed. Have I become weaker in my own mind to miss these self made illusions and mindless sets of dissolutions? And what if when I come out in sun it burns me and all the creatures that dared to follow me?
