The shadows whispered secrets in the flickering light.
In the dim glow of the conference room, vestibules of light played tricks on the walls. It was here that the resonance of speaking shadows found voice. Attendees were few, each drawn by currents of curiosity and wrapped in the silken cloaks of twilight. As speakers, we shared dreams woven from half-remembered tales and fragments of ancient echoes.
During one story, a screen in the back began to distort, shimmering and rupturing reality as if attempting to spill its contents into the room. Figures flickered, half-formed, casting long shadows that seemed to dance to a tune only they could hear. And as their forms twisted and turned, the audience found themselves entranced—not by the stories told, but by those who chose to remain unsaid: the whispers from the shadows themselves.
An Invitation to the Invisible Melodies of the Unseen