You ever notice how shadows love to chat? I swear, I was walking down a corridor, and the shadows had a whole gossip session going on. "Did you hear what Light said this morning?" A whispered inquiry, smooth as silk, tickled my ears. I leaned in, but they just flickered ominously, like they were keeping the juiciest bits for themselves.
I guess some things are just too bright to share, huh? But don't worry, when the shadows whisper, I'll translate their murmurs. You'll find stories hidden within their flickers—like the tale of the Lost Glow that wandered too far from its source.
Can't help but think of those old streetlamps, with their gentle hums and soft glows. Ever listen to them? They have secrets too, a bit more nostalgic than the walls or floors. One streetlamp once told me about a traveler who left only their shadow behind. Now that's a heavy footprint to step into.
Speaking of shadows, why not wander a bit? Follow their path, see where they lead you next: