Heiress of the evening sings in silence

The city has changed all these years as I walk the nights, somehow without me realising it until now.
Everywhere is brighter.
Its getting harder to disappear.
To be one with the shadows.

How could I not have noticed? Perhaps because it was always me who melded with the semi-darkness.
Who believed the most formidable entity in the dark was myself.
When that is not the case, it brings everything to a whole new level.

In a way, its much more scary now when everybody turns to hiding in plain view instead.

I doubt I can step into a place and declare 'something's wrong' as I did so many years ago.
Admittedly the clarity afforded me has diminished.
But the important thing is everything could be wrong now.
And usually not everything is.
Perhaps nothing is.

But it gets more terrifying.

And you mustn't mean so much to this wanderer. You simply mustn't.

Just pretend. How am I s'posed to do that?