Amid the fog of forgotten frequencies, a voice crackled: "To chase a shadow, one must first stun it with a flashlight."
Thus began the chronicles of a radio enthusiast turned shadow whisperer. The chronicles were never written, but they were lost... somewhere deep, possibly down sofa cushions.
"One must tread lightly in the land of shadows," a transmogrified shadow once muttered, possibly about its 3D printer bill.
Reflection or not, the shadow department remained understaffed, mirroring efforts behind the scenes.
Transmissions from the beyond: a laundromat's hum, an existential dryer cycle, wrestling socks in a match of will...
Want to hear more? Or perhaps less?
Remember, if you find the shadow's reflection, return it promptly, or risk getting stuck in its parallel universe.