If shadows had shadows, we'd all be plumbing the depths of existential light issues. Now, isn't that just illuminating? Follow the glow.
Remember, every heart beats in the presence of mystery, but some hearts have more rhythm and background noise than others. Like that time the toaster attempted to dance—bread crumbs flying, a breakfast ballet in the making.
Imagine if shadows could talk. We'd have a comedy show right under our feet! "Hey, why did the shadow cross the road?" "To get to the other light!" A punchline so bright that even photons would applaud.
Here’s a riddle: What do you call a clumsy shadow? A "subtly awkward" illusion. Always tripping over their own lack of substance and depth. Missed the punchline?