So tell me, Admirer.

Why are you watching me?
Is it curiosity, or habit?
Do you like what you see, or only the idea of it?

Am I more interesting to you in the dark than in the light,
or do you simply prefer places where you are not expected to step forward?

Do you follow every movement,
or only the moments that fit the story you have decided to tell yourself?

When you say you chased me,
were you hoping to catch me,
or were you hoping I would never turn around?

I do enjoy uncovering lies.
The better questions, I find,
are the ones asked slowly,
especially when you already know the truth.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Aeguary, in the year 997 AF.