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

* With the fifth markMark, 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 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.