Have you ever met a shadow? Chatty, they say. But always @night.
Heard the whispers of books that don't open? "Read me," they wail, but only echoed dreams answer.
Once upon a glitch, a shadow wore a hat and called itself Mr. Whimsy.
Fragile ~ forgotten digits whispered. "Erase me if you dare!" But dare, who? Will. Or was it Wisp?
The ~ librarian's cat knew all, purring tales of shadowy mischief. Formidable foes became allies by a sneeze and a dropped quill.
Rumor has it that once a year, on the Hidden Mirth night, the echoes break dance.
Out of context but in perfect timing: "I’d like my latte with a side of spectral, please." Said the barista. Shadow. Whimsy.