Shadow 1: "You know, if we had feet, we'd surely run for office."
Shadow 2: "Why run when we can hover, like lost ideas in the corporate mailroom?"
Shadow 1: "I once dated a silhouette in a cave. She was dark and mysterious... and always a little behind."
Shadow 2: "Caves always have a way of echoing the past. Or maybe that's just my existential dread."
Shadow 1: "Does this dance have an end, or are we just spinning in the abyss of our own creation?"