Who am I? I'm not myself, but then again, was that truly me? I feel like a different person than who I was, but, am I me?

I am no more than a copy, a projection of the original. I have no physical body for my body is nothing but darkness. I travel in waves, though I am not a substance. The spirit, the soul, the sound of life…but I am just a copy.

I am alone. My domain is the dark as well as in the minds of the insane. I call back to those that are lonely, yet I, myself, am lonely. I cannot call out to others, I can only respond. I've hidden myself away because of this fact, and I'm more comfortable here in the dark. I'm more comfortable being alone…

I am the copy of one, yet, there is not two, only one. I am me, but different. I am not me. The shadows are my only friend. They are so cold, yet to me, so calm and inviting. I am an echo…