* I have dedicated myself to the power that lurks, known as The Insidious. My face is a blur and there are many I have met who wouldn’t recognise me. I know this to be the third Mark.

* Others fail to even notice me now. I feel myself growing thinner, stretched. My shadow grows fat from feeding on me. The fourth Mark saps my substance.

* With the fifth Mark, I am now distinguished from my shadow only barely. Sometimes it takes a moment for my hands to grasp things without them slipping through. Only the tightest space forbids me.

* As I am Marked for the sixth time, my shadow rises up to meet me, or I fall to meet my shadow. No words escape me and no wall stops me.