I was staring at the ground as I walked home that night, watching the interplay of my shadows.
Sometimes there would be only one spectre of myself lying along the dirty snow. Other times there would be a full trinity before me, guiding my steps. The weirdest portions of the trip were those where my shadow fell behind, and I saw no companion to carry me home.
The only thought I can remember having was this: no matter how far you walk, you will never make it home.