In an echoing realm not governed by time, where the aurora sinks lower beneath darkened ceilings, shadows speak in a language only they know. An aurora of whispers cascaded over the plains, painting stories on the walls only seen through the glimmer of flickering lights.
One cannot avoid the shadows. To glide among them is the only way to navigate the paths less traveled. Each shadow resembling a different path, a different tale, a different self.
The laugh of the funhouse mirror! Twisting untwistable truths. Do you dare face what the shadows show? In these dark surfaces, familiar shapes morph into unknown forms; the trailing auroras no longer guide, they ghost after without aim.
But glide you must! Navigate these stepping stones in a landscape of silhouettes that reflect not what is, but what could have been, or what could still be, in haunted corners.
Echoed truths.An unexpected encounter with one's shadow can spark narratives untold. Beneath the sea of shimmering twilight, each shadow dances its separate jig—erratic, whimsical, melancholic.
The aurora douses the ground in fleeting color; the shadows stretch, gaping wider as limbs reach into cosmic depths. To glide among them maddens, to glide among them liberates.
Auroras & Shadows.