In a world where light bends whimsically around corners, shadows hold the keys to eternal wisdom. They murmur truths to walls, and these walls, in an act of quiet rebellion, build horizons that stretch endlessly, far beyond the grasp of tired pixels.
The sun never sets, you see, for it has discovered the delights of procrastination, much like the shadows themselves who revolve around some ancient clock set by no hand in particular.
- Authored by the Luminescent Absurdity Society, Moon Division