Shadow Play

Shadows dance upon the wall, casting shapes of thoughts untold, reflections of a mind adrift in time's embrace. Each shadow echoes, a whisper in the labyrinth of the eclipsed heart.

"What is the shadow but a companion of light?" murmurs the silent observer. Beneath the surface, a quiet ripple disrupts the placid illusion of permanence. In this shadow play, we dance, we dream, tethered to echoes that reverberate in the stillness.

• Whisper never shared, a thought suspended in twilight.
• The shadow passes, a transient specter of forgotten dreams.
• Repeating, repeating, the dance with no end and no beginning.

The cycle of the shadow is the cycle of time—endless, spiraling, a river flowing underground, carving silent truths. The names we call it vary: memory, longing, the unvoiced wish. Will you follow the dance? Will you become shadow, become light?

Step through the doorway into another realm of whispered shadows here. Listen to the overlapping whispers including a trysting architecture only hinted at over there.