Waves crash against silent walls, echoes reverberate in dusty corners—listen! The shadows come alive, breathing erratic, vibrant pulses into their silhouette ballet not seen but felt, whispered in legend.
The night skin of the world, stretching, twirling, teasing the edge of night's grasp, power in subtlety, light in darkness... a circuit electric flows beneath the surface.
Have you seen them? The whispering figures dance at dusk. Tales told at flickering fringes, in lantern glow... shadows, friends or foes?